Look into my eyes you can see the morning sky the pain i hide deep inside and the desire i have to survive. People tell me how pretty my eyes are i smile and say thank you but only if they knew what story's my eyes told they would not think they where so pretty at all. My eyes tell a story look deeper and you can read my life. my eyes are like my heart once i closes them my mind goes blank and my heart stops. So see once you look into my eyes you can find the real me.
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Hi Saleema!
How are you doing with your piece? I noticed that you have not had a chance to revise yet. I hope you will go into more detail about what your life is beneath those eyes.
See you on Monday,
Karen
P.S. I called your counselor back and left a message, but we have not gotten in touch yet.
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