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MY EYES

My eyes are a mystery waiting to be discovered when you look at them its like looking into my soul they shine like they sky but can get gray like the sky. As i walk around town my eyes you will see the only thing that's helping my insecurity. My eyes are my friends they are by my side helping me feel pretty when no ones around.

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