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Feb 2018
Trotting through the forest,
Howls sounding sorest,
I listen to the wolves cry,
Talking to the moon just as I.

We run free,
Because we are afraid and alone,
Looking for company,
For someone to accept us as their own.

I trust my instincts to protect,
Just as easily as water can reflect,
I trust my heart to lead,
Because I know I won’t be mislead.


But it isn’t as easy as it seems when your supposed to be the predator but instead your the prey...
I don’t like being the predator but I don’t like getting eaten either.
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