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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,
Stare away into the mist
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
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