I was named 'The Brown Eyed Gal!'
On the very day I was born..
People said I was lucky to have such Beautiful eyes..
They said It shall deliver me luck, They said It was the thing that made me special, made me different from the several other girls.. !

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Now! I object.
neither they are lucky, nor I'm special..

But yeah!
They do help me to shed tears when i'm in pain..
They do help me to see the MEAN world I live in.
They do help me to see how life gets harder day by day .
They do help me to see my mom yelling at me, unsatisfied with me !
They do help me To visualize my friends, and understand how disloyal they are..
They do help me to Sense the Darkness hidden inside the day light !!!
They do help me To read the texts from him... Which says, 'he never loved me'
They do help me to See Him Pass... without even noticing that I'm there..



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Now say, Are they special??
DO THEY MAKE ANY DIFFERENCE ?????
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then Why am i still called, the lucky 'The Brown Eyed Gal!' ?