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It's said that eyes are the windows to the soul.
She covers hers with brightly colored curtains.
People look in and see happiness and sunshine.
It isn't that she isn't happy because really she is.
But as it goes on the curtains are becoming a little thicker to block out what 
poeple may see if they look closer.
Why is it htat she can't make people happy?
She's trying to fix things and wonders if they are really fixable.
When the storms come she's afraid the winds may blow the curtains so people 
can see.
She's afraid they'll see what she's trying to hide.
So the storms come and she turns her back hoping to block the winds, 
pretending they aren't there.
Then all of a sudden she's pretended for too long and the winds are whipping all 
around her, throwing her.
She pulls into her own world because there no one can see, hoping that when 
she come out the wind has stopped.
When she steps out it's died down a little, enough to keep the curtains in place.
Will she ever remove the curtains so poeple don't look through tainted glass,
or will the windows to her soul always be covered by something fake?

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