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You all are fickle beasts. Turn your attitude to apathy and hide your other cheek. Monsters dressed as wolves, posed as sheep. No man shall win this battle. I drop my shoulder to brace for the fall. I carry on but the hills are steep and the cliffs are tall. No time for second guesses. You all are fickle beasts. This is why I ride carelessly through the night. Slaying beasts and making enemy's. Sleep is for the weak.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
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You all are fickle beasts. Turn your attitude to apathy and hide your other cheek. Monsters dressed as wolves, posed as sheep. No man shall win this battle. I drop my shoulder to brace for the fall. I carry on but the hills are steep and the cliffs are tall. No time for second guesses. You all are fickle beasts. This is why I ride carelessly through the night. Slaying beasts and making enemy's. Sleep is for the weak.
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Jul 26, 2015
Jul 26, 2015 at 11:54 PM UTC
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