Allodynia

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I see green on the other side.
I see an oasis amidst the sands.
I see a shore across the blues.

I is my mind.
Blind is my eye.

The mission is to see
and see through it.
The vision is blurred
as you reach for it.

The mirage is elusive.
The malaise is exclusive.
The mind is delusive.

The pain will be there.
The scar will be there.
But the strength and courage
will only rise.

Life will endure 
and enlighten;
Pain will pass
and empower;
Only, if you smile
at your miseries! 

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