Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drop. Drip. Drip. Drip ( Read more... )

These eyes well up too often.
These eyes look distant and lonely.
These eyes have trouble focusing.
These eyes nervously dart back and forth.
These eyes are lonely abysses of a hope lost.
These eyes desperately stare off.
These eyes take in everything.
These eyes take in nothing at all.
These eyes are worn and tattered.

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Blackened, broken hearts ( Read more... )

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Short skirt, high heels ( Read more... )

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