Through the eyes of ours, we were pushed to look beyond the window. We discovered honesty, fear, unlocking simplicity or terrible zones where we put our guard down and started to feel like an anonymous. Through the eyes, our soul can't stopped searching. Searching for that kind of genuinity in others. . Hardly try to connect with theirs. But dear, some window just can't. They can't release the same amount of rays like us. Thus we started to doubt their genuinity. We sealed ours. Put a big long curtain so that it became not so obvious that we try to hide the window of ours. . Why can't we just be that damnly genuine and honest to one another? Why do we need to hide? Why do we need to cover all the black-spoky dots in our hearts? You know right? -genuine. Nope. You might know it. Perhaps. . Secretly. I admire her. For the big wide smile that she had. For the openness of her soul. She just emitted everything out without hesitation. You're beautiful. Thru certain...
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