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My eyes, why do they hurt?


My eyes, why do they hurt? 

I mean, considering the release of emotions, that could be the solution. 

But why do they hurt? 

The physical pain, why do I seethe in it? 

To bluntly blame an inanimate thing like anger or jealousy just seems blasphemous. 

I hate the way the human mind thinks. 

The worst of what you are bestode. The best of the bare minimum.

 
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