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Green eyes
filled with sadness, brimming with tears, stare into the darkness avoiding the sun that shines brightly on the other side. No disappointment here. This is where we run and hide unable to see our problems we pretend they don't exist. Run around ignoring the day no light to show us the error of our ways. Looking for others to put the blame on hiding the truth keeping it from the light on the other side. Slowly dying, withering in the darkness, hardly recognizable in this cold place where we come to forget everything we should remember but can't bare to face. We hide our tears ignore our fears on the other side.
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