I feel like I have tunnel vision, like so many people have tunnel vision. Like we can only focus on our problems because they hurt so bad. Yet we miss everything around us. We pass by the beautiful spring days with a glance because our vision is clouded my unshed tears. We never stop to feel the warm sun on our skin because our skin is too scarred to appreciate the rays. We never smell the fresh spring smells because our sense of smell is corrupted by other people's cigarette smoke.

Tomorrow I'll stop and try to dry my eyes, clear my lungs and expose my scars. But I can't promise anything.

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