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The weather chills and my blood is the only thing keeping me warm, I have left the comforting cave of your embrace—looking for something different Something exciting and thrilling enough to make me realize why I was alive. I didn’t recognize that comfort was enough and the safety it implied. When I left, I risked heartache I risked the health of my most vital ***** All because I craved danger. What a fool I was. I watched as you let another wolf into your den, one snowy night And I—I was left out in the cold. But who can blame you? I said I was a fool.
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
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The weather chills and my blood is the only thing keeping me warm, I have left the comforting cave of your embrace—looking for something different Something exciting and thrilling enough to make me realize why I was alive. I didn’t recognize that comfort was enough and the safety it implied. When I left, I risked heartache I risked the health of my most vital ***** All because I craved danger. What a fool I was. I watched as you let another wolf into your den, one snowy night And I—I was left out in the cold. But who can blame you? I said I was a fool.
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Nov 11, 2018
Nov 11, 2018 at 4:00 PM UTC
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