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Oh how I wish, my eyes would lie. To be able to look into the eyes of another, and not, have them see, what it is that I dare not voice. To be able to uphold the façade, that my face and body wears. For eyes that could hide, what is buried deep inside. These things that no one knows, hidden within a shell, only to escape through my eyes. Oh how I wish, my eyes would lie.
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