Black Sheep

Black sheep,black sheep.My mother and I are black sheeps.Her mother hangs out with her other daughter more. My mother hangs out with her other daughter more. They talk,they bond.My mother hates this feeling & so do I.Why does my mother do the same thing to me liker her mother is doing to her...I hate being the black sheep and I know she does too...You would have thought she would know how I feel & treat me different just like she wants too.





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