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In Sheep's Clothing
I sit and watch the street.
Watch the people.
I have to ask myself
do I truely despise them?
or do I envy them?
They apper almost free
on their wings of mediocrity.
And I'm stuck
forever knowing
I am a wolf
whos sheeps clothing
doesn't fit.
Watch the people.
I have to ask myself
do I truely despise them?
or do I envy them?
They apper almost free
on their wings of mediocrity.
And I'm stuck
forever knowing
I am a wolf
whos sheeps clothing
doesn't fit.
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