Look into my heart, not my face, because the look on my face is that of total disgrace. My heart is crying not my eyes; my face displays that of someone who died.
My heart is calling out for someone to love me; my face has a look, of someone who left me. My heart has all the feelings that my face should express; my heart has felt every emotion that my face rejects.
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