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Sep 2014
If my eyes are the window to my soul,
  What do you see?
Do you see the the pain
  And the fears?
Do you see the scars,
  And the tears?
Unshed, holding back everything.
If my eyes are the window to my soul,
Do you see the demons
  Behind my walls?
Do you see my shields
  Ready to burst, to fall?
Down, waiting for a push, a shove.
If the eyes are the window to my soul,
  Then no one is looking.
They don't see anything,
  How hard I try.
They don't see anything, 
  Leaving my soul to die.
Behind the window, behind my eyes.
May
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May  California
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