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When they hold too much, or nothing at all be it dead dried or cried to desert dry it often confuses me,what is it going the process itself or.., the fear it terrifies me how is the end? do they ever find a way back to a happy home is it wandering wandering lost and losing till the end your eyes oh they do lie they are empty or hides in the grave that you made they held ur heart but no one read you layered down the veil now naked and soulless i question the thirst, will it be quenched, a roundabout still left or eyes that are still watery get dry till the end if not understand atleast be seen the happiness, grief, sadness,regret, denial, left-outs, acceptance, abandonment Eyes, truth or lie,often confuses me i mistake the hatred with little heartburn confuses the love in the road of kindness OR do i sense them right cuts that deepen fill heart with grudges when brownies met we both dived not for long and resurfaced to life The eyes, do lie, they confuses always hold too much even if nothingness lies.