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Feb 2020
There is a certain emotion in my mother's eyes I am used to.
It drips off her lips and reaches everyone in distance of her.
Sometimes when I glance in the mirror I can see it reflected in my bloodshot eyes.
Stephanie
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Stephanie  22/F/Falling for pretty eyes
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