I honestly dont know

Eyes

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{You've been told eyes were the window to the soul. What if they really were... Except you used them as mirrors?}

Listen, seriously. You can enter anyone's head and know what they like, dislike, believe, want, et cetera by looking at their eyes. And some others can, too.

What if all you did was fabricate the above things to be able to know who it is?

After all, it's the game of "Last Man Standing".

And you damn sure know how to manipulate the assholes who think they can beat you.

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I'm small, I'm weak.

My eyes, however, aren't a part of the "I'm".

I want to be able to get that new... aPhone 11? Yeah!

I want my school to burn to the ground while I'm asleep in it. (Okay, I can tell an intrusive thought when I see one. They are okay when looked in deeper, jusg to make sure!)

I hope they make it safe.

I love him... But he makes even that a difficult thing to do.

I know what everone wants. I know what they like, hate, dislike, and... Well, basically, think.

Their eyes show my everything.
The eyes of the forestry, the smiles that are radiant on spring days, the overgrown shrubbery that you've grown fond of, the leaves that grow anew in spring.
The eyes of the oceans, the lakes, the river. The eyes from the rain, the sky itself, the hot winter days and the cold summer days.
The eyes of trees, of dried blood. The eyes of the mud that somehow laces the colours of the sun within it while at sunset.
The eyes that hold ash and pitch in them. The eyes that are calculating, the eyes that hold intelligence of years within them.

As for me, my eyes were my guard.

And no one could understand that.
No one knew of my mirror.

Could it, purhaps, be my victory?