Eyes are the windows to the soul;

I experience a lot through my bedroom window,

I've gone through good and bad,

but life still goes on.

I'm just like any other ordinary girl, except that I always try to act tough on the outside even though I might be crumbling inside.

No one has ever seen me cry since the age of 8, except for one particular person whose window is just opposite mine.

I didn't mean for it to happen; he was just there.

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He moved on and chased his dreams, and I should do the same. Things were different now, with the new neighbour who inhabited the house next to mine, and whose face has less expression than a brick.

But if it was fate, things would turn out right.

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