

The Eye of MayI saw the world once, through fresh eyes. But this world now, full of lies, it dies... It all dies, with the way of life, I used to live within.The Eye of May
It is reflection, off a liquid canvas, Made of watercolors and broken wings, That shine back into your own soul. They show off your true colors.
But you hide them, with numbers, And facts that tell no truth, So that no one else can see, who you really are.
What you really are.
The part of you where hate resides. You used, and fused it into me. Fused me into a part of your own being. &
HA! ha ha!
*IZ AHBOXTIOUS FRYEND*
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She heard what she wanted to hear and it seemed like she caught the words quickly up in her fists and held them to her chest. Then, with that embarrassed smile, she pretended she wasn't so corny, so honored by the attention.
---KABOOM.
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