I used to cry at night
When I was a child
And I thought
You were watching
With your heavenly eyes
Right here.
Perceive me then, for it is what I am meant for. Look at me, and see the good and bad within, both at the same time. Perceive me, forever and before that time, with eyes seeing, or blind. Perceive the flaws and the good bits alike, I fear not your judgement, for you read minds not in this lifetime.
There Is a Piece of My Soul Somewhere in The Universe
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