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The dark crescents under your eyes become indicators of stress and wear. Wrinkles line your forehead where smooth skin once presided. Cracks in your heart become visible to those around you -- it's the absence of light in your eyes, it's the lack of enthusiasm in your laugh. At the end of the day, you find yourself staring into the mirror... Wondering when life passed you by.
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
Aging
The dark crescents under your eyes become indicators of stress and wear. Wrinkles line your forehead where smooth skin once presided. Cracks in your heart become visible to those around you -- it's the absence of light in your eyes, it's the lack of enthusiasm in your laugh. At the end of the day, you find yourself staring into the mirror... Wondering when life passed you by.
** Leigh
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Oct 19, 2014
Oct 19, 2014 at 7:55 PM UTC
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