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My hands are covered in small scars, but you do not notice.
My legs are covered in bruises, but you do not see them.
My body is filled with pain, but you do not seem to care.
My eyes are filled with sadness, but you do not dare to look.
It seems you do not even know I exist.
You know nothing of me, the pain I feel, the sadness I am covered in, or the lies I have to tell.
I am nothing to you even though I am you.
You do not dare look at me for the fear of seeing yourself in my eyes.
My eyes tell your story,
And you are afraid of seeing the ending.
By : Alejandra Uribe
My eyes tell your story