The bark on the tree was as soft as the sky
The wolf waits below, hungry and lonely
He cries to the moon, 'if only if only'"
I hate you.
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If you assume you know what I'm talking about, you're most likely wrong. Just read, don't try to figure me out. It's a lot easier that way. I'm a troubled mind; welcome to my world.
Food For The Soul
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