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It was those eyes again, The eyes that pierce through me like an arrow, The eyes that Neglected me, The eyes that were full of hatered, The eyes that always came with my name, When people spoke my name, They spoke it with those eyes, The glare, Parents, Kids, and I even give myself, no one cared about me, I lived on the streets, I was afriad of everyone, Even my own reflection, I cried at night, No one would hear me, I sobbed in the morning, No one still would hear me, No one but those eyes, The eyes that loved my name, The eyes I hate, The ones that keep me from my mother and father, From my own dog, Rejection, Neglection, Flustration, Hatered, and even, Love.
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