My eyes- Poetry

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I see with my eyes

I cry because of what I see

I begin to hurt because I cry

I don't feel anything after awhile of hurting

I become a shell because I don't feel

But...

I always get pulled back

Because I know,

Deep down

Everything will be okay

Everything will be fine

I just have to shut my eyes.

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