I am the black sheep,
Just like in the rhyme.
I am different,
But everything is
Always
Asked of me.
I have no more wool to give,
Nor energy to offer you.
What more do you expect from my
Bare
Soul?
I have torn
E V E R Y T H I N G
I love away from myself.
Everything that made me
WHO I AM.
Just
To give it to
YOU
Are you
s a t i s f i e d ?
Are you
Happy
With holding the
--Weight--
Of my burdens?
i hope you are.
Because even if your aren't,
You will only return them
---H E A V I E R---
and
w. o. r. s. e.
than before.
Jul 8, 2025
Jul 8, 2025 at 8:24 AM UTC
I am the black sheep,
Just like in the rhyme.
I am different,
But everything is
Always
Asked of me.
I have no more wool to give,
Nor energy to offer you.
What more do you expect from my
Bare
Soul?
I have torn
E V E R Y T H I N G
I love away from myself.
Everything that made me
WHO I AM.
Just
To give it to
YOU
Are you
s a t i s f i e d ?
Are you
Happy
With holding the
--Weight--
Of my burdens?
i hope you are.
Because even if your aren't,
You will only return them
---H E A V I E R---
and
w. o. r. s. e.
than before.
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