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Jul 2015
me
i thought of myself,
nothing more than a broken puppet,
trying so hard to fit in the flock of white sheep,
despite being a black sheep,
that would never belong.
shhh
Written by
shhh  Port Swettenham
(Port Swettenham)   
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