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Aug 2018
Sometimes I wonder
Why I bunkered down in a den full of wolves
Being the only sheep
And hoping
Their bellyโ€™s are to full of raw meat
For them to worry about devouring me
Multiple chances
Iโ€™ve had to escape
But I was never the type to flock to my own
Or crowd up like sheep
Being lead in a herd is just not me
And I always felt as if I was never welcomed
Written by
devante moore  24/M
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