Onions

Life is just like an onion.
Everyday, for every single thing that happened, we peeled off a layer.
Layer after layer of peeling, we find tears gathering in our eyes(some properties of onions), detering us from further peeling.
But do peel on, because some onions are sweet.
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Brown eyes that speaks,
soft features of your face,
your my childlike fairy that cant be fake.

An anchor in my sea of swarming thoughts,
the pillar of my strength amdist the chaos.
Way up high or down low,I believe no As will be difficult to secure.

A little bit white, like the truths and
a little bit black, like the secrets.
You get gray, my col0ur of ambiguous.

amour, je
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