Identity

The eye exists to capture the ingenuity of every encounter. It is the passage into one’s soul that identifies earnest emotion. My left pupil, shaped in the deformation of a teardrop, reveals the ability to continue forward through affliction, whilst having the ability to decide the severity of each torrent.

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