My Eyes

My eyes are like doors to my mind and heart you don’t get in unless I approve of it. As I look into my mother’s eyes they show that she is tired but she is still wide awake. My eye is throbbing with pain after the hand of my sister hits directly in my eye. I am outside and I LOOK at the clouds. I stare into the clouds and I see heaven. Why should we see? I ask myself that question everyday. Brown,round and show no emotions to no matter what happens anymore.

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