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Jun 2017
06/07/17

Once more I am in nowhere;
Surrounded by people who know nothing;
Nothing of the grief I hold;
As I stagnate in the standstill of my time,
Revolving are the worlds around me.
The black sheep begs the wolf to eat him;
But even the predators elude him.
Such a sullen fate;
Yet the black sheep is grateful;
**As he says his last goodbyes.
I guess a useless journal

Now more senseless than ever
woolgather
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woolgather  23/Non-binary/Philippines
(23/Non-binary/Philippines)   
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     Keith Wilson, Sisilia, Gareth and SPT
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