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Eyes sleek with lonely tears,
Your heart cries out when no one hears,
You know not of whom you are today,
As you listen to what they all say,
You feel broken from those who have left,
They leave the soul gaping from their petty theft,
Why when you cry are you left alone,
They will let you die by brick and stone,
No one will see this pain,
They would rather let you die in vain,
Let me go from your shackles and chains,
Before you fall into their game.
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Hazel Steele
Hello, my name is Hazel Steele. I primarily write fictional stories and poems. If requested, I will write works of non-fiction, as I enjoy research and studying.
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-H.L. Steele
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