Look into someone's eyes, and see beyond the pain,
See the hazy silhouette that they try to contain.
See the blue kohl, and the tears that fall,
And know that they've survived, they've conquered it all.
In someone's eyes, there's a tale to be told,
A story of love, loss, and battles of old.
There's a smoky outline, a shadowy past,
A history of pain that's too long to last.
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