My glasses.
They gave me vision.
They let me see the world for what it really is.
They were a great help.
I misplaced them three months ago.
I became oblivious to the peril that normally wouldn’t go unseen.
I wasn’t able to function properly.
To my success, found them two weeks ago.
The problem was, they were sitting on someone else’s nose.
She had them.
I didn’t.
Story of my life
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