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Aug 2015
Sometimes I look into your eyes.
Sometimes I see the pain you've felt.
Sometimes I see the love for me.

Sometimes you look in my eyes.
Sometimes I know you see my pain.
Sometimes I know you see my love for you.

But when we stare into each other's eyes, we only see ourselves...
We see the pain of ourselves.
We see the love for ourselves.

But we see the same thing.
Does anyone else understand this?
Written by
MR  18/F/Redding, CA
(18/F/Redding, CA)   
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