@fzes3: You look into my eyes and admire the 'Hazel' (Jozi) shade, thinking it’s a trait passed down through generations. How little you know of the chemistry of grief. I wasn't born with these eyes; I was carved into them by the days you spent away. ​The 'Zanjar' (rust) on my pupils is the physical evidence of your neglect. I am like a machine that was meant to run on the fuel of your presence, but when you left, the gears stopped, and the moisture of my tears met the cold air of your indifference. What you see as a beautiful color is actually the slow decay of my hope. It is the color of iron that has been abandoned, of a heart that has been left out in the storm for too long. My eyes didn't change because of nature; they changed because the 'Vision' of you was the only thing keeping them polished, and without you, they simply began to weather away."

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