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Those Eyes


Those eyes, whose are they? Those eyes that stare into the abyss of my soul, stealing all I hold precious, leaving only a sliver of apathy. Falling to the depths of insanity, I cry out for those eyes. Those eyes which bore straight through me, give off a feeling of mercilessness and death. All goes to darkness and thoughts fade away. Those eyes, whose were they?
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