The eyes of people hold so much in them
The silent cries they cry evey night
The bottled agony, the voice less screams,
The miserable days the hopeless nights, the forgotten good memories coz they never made any, the vivid flashbacks of past because that's all they have. The unloved child they hide inside mimicking to be an adult.
The Eyes that don't know where to go, to the left where Nothing's right or to the right where nothing's left.
Eyes of the people tend to speak more truth than a mouth could ever. In the reflections of those eyes, echoes of resilience and strength linger, portraying a silent battle fought within, unseen by the passing world
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