They call her 'the black sheep',
Yet she has done nothing wrong.
They haunt her until her sleep.
When will she ever belong?
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The Guide to Being Philophobic
PoetryHe was the one who came and saved me He was my everything He was my heart my life my air But where is he now? "Honorable Mention Poetry" ~ The Sunrise Awards Summer 2019 "3rd Place Poetry" ~ Melodramatic Awards 2019 "Runner-up Poetry" ~ The Aesthe...
