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I haven’t forgot your presence In my life Your essence lives on A blade that slices through my reality I’ve realized how alone I am Separated from the rest of the family As there’s a famine I’ve examined A lack of impact Since we refused to pander To their ideas that are fixed in the past That’s why their fulfillment will never last
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Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
The last of the black sheep.
I haven’t forgot your presence In my life Your essence lives on A blade that slices through my reality I’ve realized how alone I am Separated from the rest of the family As there’s a famine I’ve examined A lack of impact Since we refused to pander To their ideas that are fixed in the past That’s why their fulfillment will never last
My fellow black sheep have passed on, so it’s not a herd anymore. It’s just me.
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23/F/stuck in my head.
Mar 11
Mar 11, 2026 at 9:14 PM UTC
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