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"Come on, give it a chance. Just read it. We wrote it in a burst of inspiration, remember? It was received well".

"Yeah, by a group of pubescents who didn't know better. The most exigent audience they aren't."

"But you liked all the claps we got. Narrating this aloud in front of the whole class and getting all those Awwws and cheers. We blushed."

"I vaguely recall that. Being in front of everyone, narrating it...But I barely remember the ones who applauded us, I haven't contacted them in ages. If the echo of those claps doesn't awake anything in me, what reason do I have to subject myself to reread...that?"

"Just read it and tell me your thoughts on it!"

"Aaaaaah...The things I do for myself..."

- - - - -

"Using the eyes of an innocent baby
I see the world
As something new, fresh, full of surprises

Using the eyes of a rebel child
I see the world
As a gigantic jail commanded by parents

Using the eyes of a playful dog
I see the world
As a black n' white parade

Using the eyes of a worried mother
I see the world
As a chaos full of dangers

Using the eyes of a wise old man
I see the world
As a nostalgic chest of memories

Using my own eyes
I see you
And the world...doesn't matter anymore".

- - - -

"...Well? How did you find it?"

"Let me tell you:
Using the eyes of a critic
I see this
And boy, have I seen better"

"Man! This has merit! We made that girl smile with it, you know the one! It was also the start of our reputation as writers back then!"

"You nailed it. 'Back then'. I appreciate you wanting to be relevant in my here and now, bringing up memories so fresh to you, long buried under newer experiences to me. You pretend that I'll be glad to revisit this, but...This already happened. It had its place, sure, where it was the best we could reach, but now we've advanced plenty. Even if you stubbornly insist it's as successful as it was when first conceived, ignoring the rust covering every letter, its lack of depth, the mushiness of its ending...If I listen to you and pretend this is on the level of what I can achieve today, you'll get us nowhere.

"...Yeah, I get it. Yes, it's...a relief, in a way. Knowing this is a piece of crap for you, that you can accomplish even more"

"Let's leave it at this being the best we could do under the circumstances. Given the social pressure, the confusions growing up, the unstable atmosphere at home. Wondering if something was wrong with the person we realized we were. Then, the discovery of writing as a way to obtain answers we weren't getting anywhere else. Within that...this is good."

"Thanks, man. Really."

"Always, champ. Let's keep using each other's eyes, just without losing sight of what's ahead."

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"Come on, give it a chance. Just read it. We wrote it in a burst of inspiration, remember? It was received well".

"Yeah, by a group of pubescents who didn't know better. The most exigent audience they aren't."

"But you liked all the claps we got. Narrating this aloud in front of the whole class and getting all those Awwws and cheers. We blushed."

"I vaguely recall that. Being in front of everyone, narrating it...But I barely remember the ones who applauded us, I haven't contacted them in ages. If the echo of those claps doesn't awake anything in me, what reason do I have to subject myself to reread...that?"

"Just read it and tell me your thoughts on it!"

"Aaaaaah...The things I do for myself..."

- - - - -

"Using the eyes of an innocent baby
I see the world
As something new, fresh, full of surprises

Using the eyes of a rebel child
I see the world
As a gigantic jail commanded by parents

Using the eyes of a playful dog
I see the world
As a black n' white parade

Using the eyes of a worried mother
I see the world
As a chaos full of dangers

Using the eyes of a wise old man
I see the world
As a nostalgic chest of memories

Using my own eyes
I see you
And the world...doesn't matter anymore".

- - - -

"...Well? How did you find it?"

"Let me tell you:
Using the eyes of a critic
I see this
And boy, have I seen better"

"Man! This has merit! We made that girl smile with it, you know the one! It was also the start of our reputation as writers back then!"

"You nailed it. 'Back then'. I appreciate you wanting to be relevant in my here and now, bringing up memories so fresh to you, long buried under newer experiences to me. You pretend that I'll be glad to revisit this, but...This already happened. It had its place, sure, where it was the best we could reach, but now we've advanced plenty. Even if you stubbornly insist it's as successful as it was when first conceived, ignoring the rust covering every letter, its lack of depth, the mushiness of its ending...If I listen to you and pretend this is on the level of what I can achieve today, you'll get us nowhere.

"...Yeah, I get it. Yes, it's...a relief, in a way. Knowing this is a piece of crap for you, that you can accomplish even more"

"Let's leave it at this being the best we could do under the circumstances. Given the social pressure, the confusions growing up, the unstable atmosphere at home. Wondering if something was wrong with the person we realized we were. Then, the discovery of writing as a way to obtain answers we weren't getting anywhere else. Within that...this is good."

"Thanks, man. Really."

"Always, champ. Let's keep using each other's eyes, just without losing sight of what's ahead."