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There is a lesson to be learned here. Maybe even a few.
I've been so angry.
So angry, I fear I might lunge at myself. My reflection shattering into a million peices, with the shards lodged in my chest. Churning and turning.
I've lost sight on things that should never, ever be misplaced. My heart on my sleeve, snipped away from a fraying string.
Know this: A man with out his heart is worse than a lion missing his courage. The fates takening, so where is the wizard to give back what I've lost?
There is no golden road to follow... Nothing but a ****** river to cross over on.
But where do we walk, when all the bridges have been burnt?
A lesson. A lesson to be learned.
Where do you go after the wolfs destroys your house, blown your stick home to the ground? Either in his belly or ****** and broken on the ground.
A lesson. A lesson to learn.
Never trust what you can not see, taste or hear... Then again, it's just not wise to trust anyone at all.
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