Little lamb, little lamb
With fur so white,
It was red stained above the heart.
It screamed and cried
and than it stopped,
It chased away all good to come.
I close my eyes,
I know what's next
It was a loud bang and I was dead.
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Dismissed
PoetryAll the dismissed illnesses (depression , anxiety.. And so much more), animal abuse and other horrific problems in the world that not much people speak of, i'll try my best to depict every problem, illness or situation to others that just don't see...
