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His sleeves were rolled up to above his elbow . He always had a pen behind his ear and a packet of cigarettes tucked safely by his heart. I could see the frown lines appear in his forehead, the constant look of tiredness behind his eyes. He never asked for help, always to proud , always set in his ways. I tried to open up myself to wrap around his mind . I entered it slowly , full of dull browns and greys . I closed my eyes tight , almost straining them , they needed to be hid , he could never notice. I did this everyday until he finally did , his very words shook me to the core . " I never liked the colour green" he said as he buttoned up his dress shirt and walked right out the tightly bolted door.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
My eyes.
His sleeves were rolled up to above his elbow . He always had a pen behind his ear and a packet of cigarettes tucked safely by his heart. I could see the frown lines appear in his forehead, the constant look of tiredness behind his eyes. He never asked for help, always to proud , always set in his ways. I tried to open up myself to wrap around his mind . I entered it slowly , full of dull browns and greys . I closed my eyes tight , almost straining them , they needed to be hid , he could never notice. I did this everyday until he finally did , his very words shook me to the core . " I never liked the colour green" he said as he buttoned up his dress shirt and walked right out the tightly bolted door.
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Apr 21, 2014
Apr 21, 2014 at 1:42 PM UTC
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