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Sep 2015
They say that the eyes are windows to the souls. So what would you see if you looked into my eyes? The love of a good person? A religion that thrives on individuality and doesn't change who I am? What do you see? I see a blank wall, one more reinforced than ever before. I see pain and anger, hurt and lies. I see a happy and beautiful person pushed too far and just trying to get by. I see fear. Too much fear. I see a blank look and a dark wall looking back.
Grace Fedo
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Grace Fedo  Boone, NC
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