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It's sad up in there.
In those eyes that I saw
for a little while.
What comes out of them when you're alone?
Yours are different from eachother,
just like mine.
Uneven.
But each, separately, carries the same beauty.
I wonder why that is.
I wonder how that can be.
The two sides of you could not match.
You question yourself,
just like me.
Such sad beauty.
I wonder if you know that it is there for us to see.