Hazel Eyes

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I don't know who I am. I know you, but can not trust you the way I want to trust myself. Who are you and what do you want with me. Another broken heart to add to that twisted collection. I wish I could melt my soul in your lap and bring joy into you hazel eyes. The life in me slowly dies as your slowly continues. While you collect your conquered prizes, I think back to who I want to become. Going in separate ways I look next to you and find out that's where I want to be.





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