Sheep.Sheep.Sheep.
She sat on the fence, thoughts coming to a halt, Refusing to understand - It was her fault, Slowly but surely, guilty remarks filled her head, The poor thing looked so.. well - Dead. She leaned down, poking it with a stick, Smile turning to a frown, feeling rather sick, Nothing was it's name, Oh she felt the shame, Grabbing her spade she dug a hole, Wondering about it's soul, Flinging it in, filling the hole deep, Bit of wood, Stuck it in the grave.. Wrote on it: Sheep.
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I <3 you.
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*°Mixed up people say mixed up things. Don't judge them because you aren't perfect yourself. Maybe if you listened to yourself you might understand why you suck so badly at being perfect°*
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