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Jun 8
I look at my eyes
and I don't see anything in them
they're just dead
the little girl sparkle is extinguished
the flame of hope is tired
and the brightness is done caring
my eyes are dead
and they reflect my heart
Lyle
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Lyle  17/F/USA
(17/F/USA)   
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