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Oct 2015
I've seen the worst
Maybe, if he love me
His hands wouldn't disgrace me
I've got alot in my head
Some turn into nightmares
And some turn into dreams
Through these eyes
I've never once told myself
To close my eyes
Because, even when it hurts to stare at
It makes you stronger
Looking at the depths of things
And through these eyes
I have not once
Told myself to close my eyes
Because, even if it burns it still is worth crying.
Written by
Bridget Bethani Overton  Bowling Green, KY
(Bowling Green, KY)   
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