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The trees walk as the wind sings. Traveling naked under the moonlight’s ring. The scars gained are a reminder of what life can do. Still in the battle with open wounds new. Now I’m in control of the monster I was becoming. Ive torn apart my fears no longer running. The skin I was in never felt like mine. I’m more sane when the beast uses my mind.
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Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
Werewolves
The trees walk as the wind sings. Traveling naked under the moonlight’s ring. The scars gained are a reminder of what life can do. Still in the battle with open wounds new. Now I’m in control of the monster I was becoming. Ive torn apart my fears no longer running. The skin I was in never felt like mine. I’m more sane when the beast uses my mind.
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Aug 10, 2025
Aug 10, 2025 at 11:49 PM UTC
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