They're nothing special.
My eyes are nothing to talk about.
So why get mad over my eyes?
They are brown.
What is so special?
My eyes don't make me unique
I make me unique
How can my eyes be so special when almost everyone has
Brown eyes?
"So are you trying to say that brown eyes aren't special?"
That's precisely what I'm saying.
The colour of my eyes have nothing to do with the person I am.
It sounds ignorant, I know.
But I like to be ignorant sometimes.
No I am not closed-minded.
I just like to say the truth
And the truth hurts.
No matter how harsh the comment that stings your ego, flows and tumbles like gallons of water gushing out of my mouth hurts
You can't argue with it can you?
No, because it's the truth.
The truth sets me free.
But lies are so much more fun.
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