"No matter how much I give love or try to overcome, I get coldhearted and flirt with the darkness that makes me black as the night, and cold as the winter. When I look to heal from the self infliction of my wounds, or try to right the wrongs my choices have made, I'm still reminded over and over again. I'm a black sheep, one who plays in the dirt, wreakless with the tongue, and just don't give a fuck about anything. Try to come out of the dirt, but gets reminded about the secrets of my life. Why does it have to be like this? What do I have to do, to take off the blackness I feel, when I'm looking to do right, and live a life beyond the sins I used to do? Am I forgiven or just fooling myself, to believe God would teach me to just be free, whether in chains, going in circles of this life? Already puinshing myself, now I got bands and droves coming to point their guns. Lord, why do you torture me with just fighting to breathe, when it feels like I'm no longer breathing? Black sheep is what I've become."
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