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Where are my rose-tinted glasses? It seems the kind of day where my eyes need to be shielded from the world. Too often the colors and sights are too harsh and I have to look away. When people get so mad, frightened or sad they turn ugly. But with rose colored glasses...the view wouldn't be so bad. It would transform ugly browns and grays into lighter, less bleak hues. With my rose-tinted glasses I could stand to see all, and have the courage to change what isn't right. Things would start making sense and everything would work the way it's supposed to. The world would be a better place if I had my rose colored glasses.

But I lost them. And I can't find them.

So I'm standing here, bare, with nothing to protect my eyes from the painful glare of the world. I now see too clearly.