When I look into those eyes I feel uneasy. When I look into those eyes I feel as though something is wrong, but I can't quite get it. As the uneasiness grows I am compelled to look away. When I look back I see who's face those eyes belong to, that's what's wrong.
Those eyes don't go to that face. Those are the eyes of a dead person.
That's beautiful. Sad that you feel that way about anyone, but still beautiful.
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