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"My mother always told me eyes were the window to the soul. His eyes were light blue, like the ocean, when we talked I would always find myself getting lost in them. Some nights I would look back and I would ask myself if I was in love with him or if he was drowning me."

-Excerpt from a book I will never write #939

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