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I was told that the wolf you feed is the wolf that wins. I wasn't told that the wolf I starved would gnash at my upper left ribs and rattle me like a little ***** It's grown impatient. It's feeding itself. I want to snap it's neck and strip it. I want to burn it's remains and keep its teeth as a trophy; but there's no trophy if there's no champion and there's no champion if there's no fight and how the **** do I fight something that's inside me. I was told that the wolf you feed is the wolf that wins. I wasn't told that there is only one wolf.
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
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I was told that the wolf you feed is the wolf that wins. I wasn't told that the wolf I starved would gnash at my upper left ribs and rattle me like a little ***** It's grown impatient. It's feeding itself. I want to snap it's neck and strip it. I want to burn it's remains and keep its teeth as a trophy; but there's no trophy if there's no champion and there's no champion if there's no fight and how the **** do I fight something that's inside me. I was told that the wolf you feed is the wolf that wins. I wasn't told that there is only one wolf.
jesse-alexander
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Jun 3, 2016
Jun 3, 2016 at 11:17 PM UTC
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