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Jun 2014
Well, he's got this thing in his eyes
that makes me question love
It's a curse that has haunt me ever since
The brown that lit up in the light,
it learned me that everything has depth
Unlike my father, even if the brightest light that has ever been shone
just bathed his eyes in light
Not even then
there would be shown the slightest bit of depth
Maybe that's why I liked him so much
because he was so unlikely to become like my dad
I mean
My dad was a good man
Was
It's all the pain that changed him
I just really hope he doesn't get hurt and does not change the slightest bit
Don't let anyone take away his depth

I'm sorry, what was your question again?
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