Lost lamb

You act like a lost lamb, selfish and kicking. It makes me defensive. You take up all the space available while you pretend to be small and fragile. I am big and still fit a rabbit hole.

Things are not the way they seem.

Often the one that cries the most is the one who is provided the most. The thin, steel frame can take much more weight than a stone wall.

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