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Sep 2018
Stop turning red when I am tired, it makes us look bad.
Stop being a **** for eyelashes.
(I would like it if they were in you less.)
Lastly, stop tearing up when I feel even the slightest non-neutral feeling.
You know I'd rather kick a wall with tacks wedged between my toenails and skin than make a scene.
Sincerely, Ansley,
you know, the person trapped inside this flesh bag.
I believe there are many romanticized renditions blue, green, and the occasional brown eye, but it only works with other people's eyes, as we see here.
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