I still don't understand.
It pains me to know and think, but why?Why do people have to harm someone?
I always believed that people do it for a reason, but I cannot stand to think of my enemies' problems.
What do they hide? What do they seek?
I remembered a time where I could stay strong. Why did I give up?
No, why do I give up?
The sheep corrupt my every move and action but I don't have to worry.
They hide when at least one living thing is there.
The herd does not talk, because they are not the heard.
The colors drain from the broken fencing, and I cannot ask for repairs.
The peace is unlocked by the key.
They know I'm here. They know my suffering. And the sheep still attack and make me suffer.
Their sheep attack my own. They order them to. Why? Why?! Why?!
Am I becoming a mad man? No, that's cra-
No. No. No. I will deny it.
Denial is the first step...
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Counting Sheep
Teen FictionOne sheep, two sheep, This is not helping at all. Three sheep, four- Someone kill me, I must snoop this low. Five sheep, six sheep, I feel tired, but the waters still flow. Seven sheep, eight she- It looks like the sheep hit a wall. I guess eight sh...
