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Do you really know what it's like?

 I help people, because its what I do. Why?

Because I've been there too.

I know what it's like to feel alone and be alone, because I've had nobody.

I know what it's like to feel like you're not being heard, because I've been ignored.

I know what it's like to feel invisible, because I've gone unseen. 

I know what it's like to fight for your life, because I've been beaten down. In the literal sense, as well as emotionally. 

I know what it's like to give it your all, and receive nothing in return. 

I know what it's like to love someone, and they don't love you back. 

I know what it's like to be broke, and feel hopeless. 

I know what it's like to not be included, because I've been left out. 

I know what it's like to feel as if you don't belong, because I was not accepted.

I am the blacksheep, but not by my own doing. I was born the blacksheep. And the blacksheep I have remained.


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