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Nov 2014
On nights when I lay awake
stare at the celling
pretend Iā€™m looking stars
I wish that they would see you
through my eyes
But more than anything
I wish that you would see yourself
through my eyes
priceless, not worthless
honest, not offensive
just another soul trying to find
the purpose of it all
Rachel Morris
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