I was a sheep, sheered for the warmth of others, then fed to fill the belly of others. Being a sheep wasn't shit. And the worse part about it, is I had no idea that I was one. I was on my way to my last slaughter, they sheered me first and underneath wasn't the usual soft doughy skin. Instead I hd wild rugged grey hair growing from my skin. It felt like I grew 5 feet and when I barred my teeth it's as if razors were sprouting out of my mouth. That day, instead of me being served on a platter, I ate all of them mother fuckers.
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