Green is the color of grass
Brown is the color of dirt
Blue is the color of the sky
and all those colors are in my eyes
Hazel green and brown with a flicker of blue in my very different and unique eyes
There are no others the same as mine
I have changed the color of my hair many times
But my eyes I will never change they are a special to me and one of the most unique things about me
My eyes are the best part of me and the only unique thing about me
I have never been unique or special
So that is why my eyes are so special to me
They are unique and are all mine.
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