Question Where do I reside? In the corner of your eye. What do I bleed? The answer is too sweet. I lack form and function, because I am the notion, of something profoundly simple, yet so often overlooked by people. I share the mystery of lightning, but I don't live in the sky. I live in your eye. To most people I become invisible, Though I am so detestable. You'll scrape and yank, just to get me out. You'll try your best to forget, but you can't let me out. I am a symbol, a line. I am a distraction, not a crime. No one knows me.
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