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please, listen to my eyes.
you can see it there, honest, you can please listen to the
words that I cannot say that I dare not say my eyes have terrible stories to tell my eyes see him every night, when my life becomes darker than pain, when he comes into my room I close my eyes but I can still see him he is forever
seared onto the inner lids of my eyes like a young calf, I am branded every night, the red-hot branding iron, my flesh burning where he touches me, where
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