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Dear Left Eye,

Why have thou forsaken me? First, you water uncontrollably for a whole day and then this?

Conjuctivitis.

What have I done to anger you eyeball? I take care of you, I keep you clean and safe, I don't put anything in you, I don't molest you with contact lenses or useless eyedrops. What have I done to deserve this treatment?

It is because that one time I got hit in the eye with the soccer ball I didn't have the time to cover you? Oh babiy I'm sorry for that. I didn't mean it. it won't happen again (this season). I promise I won't let that mean nasty soccer ball hurt you again.

Tell me what I have to do to make you better. I'll go to the doctor, I'll get those drops you like. I'll make sure you don't have to see things that offend you. This is horrible, why this? Couldn't you have just had some allergies or something? A little puffiness or something?

Did you have to go and do this to me? For everyone to see? What will the neighbors think?

Oh eyeball, I just ask that you don't get your sister involved. I know it may be hard, but I'll treat you good baby. Real good.

Love and Adoration,
Utopia

Posted by Utopia at January 9, 2007 06:07 AM

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