I always thought I was destined,
Separated from everyone else
A path made just for me
That I'd thread to some place else,
Far away from everyone's pelt
I don't mean it in that way
Not the way that made me better,
Looking down at everyone else
But in the way that there's a single end
Somewhere to escape
The gift of life bestowed
Against my will
Jul 20, 2021
Jul 20, 2021 at 10:45 PM UTC
I always thought I was destined,
Separated from everyone else
A path made just for me
That I'd thread to some place else,
Far away from everyone's pelt
I don't mean it in that way
Not the way that made me better,
Looking down at everyone else
But in the way that there's a single end
Somewhere to escape
The gift of life bestowed
Against my will
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