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| Even while I was little I knew I was different from the other lambs | |
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| I knew I was special, I wouldnt herd or follow the group, I didnt like chewing grass, it all seemed wrong, and I had a penchant for moonlight and howling | |
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| It was only recently that I realised what it all meant. My affinity for huffing and puffing, my weariness of girls in Red-hoods. It could only mean one thing. I was a Wolf in Sheeps clothing | |
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