Feeling like the black sheep
All I ever really want is eternal sleep
Family “accepting” who I am
But still say these things and into my head they ram
I'm different, the freak in my own house
I need to get out like scurrying little mouse
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Author:
Ash :) (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: December 2nd, 2022 13:05
- Category: Family
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Comments1
we all feel the same somehow
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