A black horse

That's weird!

Apparently when I was a kid, it was a bunch of different colored pieces.

As we grew older, we had stripes.
Most of them have become zebras.
Like the stripes protect you.
As if it were necessary
As if there were no big problems

But my horse are just black.

Sometimes the black horse's head is cut off, and blood flows.
But don't worry.
Like a zebra
As if he were hiding in it
I'll protect you by wearing a zebra mask.
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Let's keep this up.
Until you grow your head again

My nice black horse
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Sometimes, we have
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In society, in the workplace, in human relationships.
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Self-confidence or self-denial or something in me ...
They can live hidden, abandoned or forgotten.
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Whenever I do that, I want to hide and run away.
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But don't forget every time 
A comfort to myself
A patting
Wounded or wanted to hide or run away 
Until I grow up again ...