Everything is so out of focus. This face seems distant. Distorted. Tormented. Aggravated. - she says.
How are you supposed to focus on yourself if you can't even recognize the real you? - he asks.
All I'm longing for is to see beyond what your eyes are reflecting when you look into mine... - she replies.
There's nothing beyond. Because it's been too long since we last crossed our eyes. - he says.
Then maybe we should go back to the start. - she whispers.
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