Eye.

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Loud,
Silent dry tears begging to be released as they're eyes,
brown in colour started fading any remains of a soul, heart or life left in them.
Their eyes see a bland, dull, disapproving world where they aren't accepted or acknowledged.
Their Ears hear loud, expressive, judged words spill out of the two in the other room.
Groans of stress, anxiety, and hatred was said by him,
While yells of profonity, anger, and rage exited her, the other one.
Dull in colour, shape, and form they felt the pity, tension, and regret flooding the closed space,
Drowning them, far, way worse then a sea.
The colour was missing from all three.
The shades only seeping darker and darker each passing hour of their lifetime.
Nothing can stick them back together, as a normal happy family,
They were never a normal carefree family at the start.
But they are stuck, bounded together with no help in sight drowning so close that its as far as the eye can see,
Hoping that their life is all just a dream.

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