What's Wrong with Me?
Suppose my eyes aren’t blue enough...
blue enough for what?
Blue enough for...
I don’t know...
blue enough for you...
Perhaps I might leave...
I don’t feel like play.
Please.
Please don’t leave me.
Yes.
I can’t stay...
Is it anger? At I?
Yes.
Is it because I don’t have bluer eyes?
No.
It’s your games; foolish sort.
If I get them...
Would that make you stay by my side?
what?
If I get them...
If I get bluer eyes...
I’ll always return;
I’m just off for a while.
Just watch,
I’ll be back.
right before your eyes.
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