My eyes
What's behind my eyes shall remain in my mind, it won't ever change no matter how much my surroundings do.... For this is my biggest pitfall in life, knowing what you don't know, that lies behind these eyes, these truths to me are what you see as a lie, but mine, all of mine, are behind my eyes. One day you will realize, these eyes can see all of the lies, what should be hidden, they can find, and believe me you, they cried, when these eyes cry, a part of my soul says goodbye, and eventually, the soul that lies behind these eyes, will be completely gone, to my demise.
And there lies the truths behind these eyes, the eyes that unfortunately, can see through the lies.
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