My name is EyeBags
I exist as a representation of pain
A stream of water falls on me every night
Then the voice beneath me always sobs
Sometimes i disappear
but only for a little while.
Then i live on her face like a bad scar.
She no longer notices me.
I think she has accepted me
Like i have always been there.
Except i haven't.
I am scared that she will keep me here for longer than she has to.
Why wont she sleep
and let her heart rest.
Please young girl. Please may i move out.
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