The eye high

The eye is an art
It speaks so many things
Mines might say I've aged
Constantly in the future
In a world I don't exist
For I've left the world I live in
This place we call past
I've become a different person now
My past memories no longer exist
For I no longer feel the happiness I've felt as a child
I've come back an older now
Memories darkened by pain

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