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Black sheep


I am the black sheep, there is no where I should be. So I'm running into the deep and letting myself go free. It's quite there, no voices saying do this, wear that. It's the breath of fresh air, in the land of the lying rat. A place for those alone. for people whose actions and words the world will not condone. So now they're flying alone, with the birds.
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mwhite13
first poem

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