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May 2015
Why do we live like this?
Can we even call it living?
Teeth bared at the demons we cannot fight
Howling at the moon with our eyes closed
Don't you get that we are wolves now?
Starved for happiness
This is the people we've become
Dragging our maimed limbs through the darkness
Searching for the promised land
Ren Writes Things
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