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Her eyes are oceans full of dead animals in it and heartaches from the past years.
She will look down when you stare at them for a little too long.
Scared of you seeing her demons.
Scared of showing emotions.
I wish she could see herself through my eyes.
I always forget that she can't read my mind.

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