Lone Wolf
WHY MUST SHE LIVE LIFE IN CONSTANT DESCISE , LIKE A WOLF IN SHEEP'S CLOTHING, PULLIN THE WOOL OVER MY EYES.. LIVEING LIFE ALONE, IN A PACK FULL OF LIES , BURNING ALL BRIDGES , AND CUTTING ALL TIES , CREATING A PATH FOR HER OWN DEMISE... I SAW PAIN AND FEAR WHEN I LOOKED IN THOSE EYES , SHE YEARNS FOR HELP BUT RUNS WHEN ONE TRIES, AND THOSE WHO PERSUE SHE WOOD CHOP DOWN TO SIZE,.. I GUESS ALL SHE KNOWS IS BITTER GOOD BYE'S , HURTFUL WORDS AND TEARFULL EYES.. ALL THO IT HURTS SO, TO LET HER GO, THE WORST PART IS SHE'LL NEVER KNOW......
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