What I See In You
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They say eyes are the window to our souls- I always liked that idea.
Life is never easy and it can skyrocket and fall to dark depths, always an unexpected roller-coaster that can leave our heads spinning, heart thumping and hands shaking. But with a supportive and understanding group of friends, everything seems brighter, you learn to dance in the rain and laugh at the thrill of life. So, I thought it was about time I expressed my gratitude for my beautiful and truly amazing friends, which I have attempted to put into words in this string of metaphors. Each chapter is one, very dear friend and a collaboration of the scenes I see in their vibrant eyes.
To protect their privacy, I have used false names (have fun guessing who's who guys!)
This is What I See In You...
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