Black sheep
Scraping through narrow halls,
Splintered teeth carve angry runes
That speak an agonizing truth:
I do not fit here.
Splintered teeth carve angry runes
That speak an agonizing truth:
I do not fit here.
Key Words : Painful truth, odd man out, unloved, disappointment, learn the heard way
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Sometimes it is hard to admit we dont belong, especially with those we love, who have failed to return the sentiment.
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