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Apr 2018
My eyes,
Tired

No tears to fall
No tears to bawl  

My eyes,
drooping

I don't need rest...
And my sight is clear...

My eyes are open,
But there is nothing to see.
(o) 2
Samuel Louis
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Samuel Louis  19/M/your heart
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