Eye to eye, you always see me
A broken soul that broke in two
Do you know me?
Do I even know you?
When you peer into my eyes
You see a life
But it’s not me
The eyes are the soul
Do you not see me?
Do you not care?
I want you to see
Can I bring out my life
If I am my own
Undisturbed by another
Will you see me for who I am?
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