hope.
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" Black Sheep
ne' er do well,
loser,
you're bound for Hell."
Looked down upon
misunderstood
" She's at it again."
" Up to no good."
Despite these words,
there grew a flower,
Alone in a room I stand. A single light
shines down on me.
I feel empty and numb. There's really
no feeling at all. Im not sure who I am
or who I can be.
I feel two hands on one arm. They
