I don't recognise what I see.
Who is this person I see staring back at me with the hollow eyes? She looks like she's in pain.
I don't think others recognise this in me, however. They seem to get sidetracked by the body and the hair. It's a worthy defensive mechanism, obviously and one that has never failed me.
Well, it did just once.
And the way she looked into my eyes at that moment will stay with me forever.
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