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I gaze intently at the golden ray of the morning sun

As it blinds my sight

As it burns my flesh

Inflicting agony upon me as I stand still

Isn't it ironic how something beautiful can make you feel blissful 

And hurt you at the same time?

Finally, I turned my back and left.

And I wish in my beating heart, 

Steering clear of the pain..

Is just as easy as closing one's eyes.