There is no telling what was going through his head.
There is no telling what kind of blood was running through his veins
That man's eye's made me quiver.
The dark hazel color made see things I didn't thing were possible.
He took my vision faster than I could say stop.
He took my life faster than the time before.
He drained me.
He harassed me.
He bullied me.
Please make him stop.
Please make him go away.
February 18,2015
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