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A Chained Wolf
I stand here, cursed.
Soughted upon a brim of hope.
Yet darkness be it me for swallows.
My site is blinded by my blood red soul.
My hands are numb by the sharpness of my beastly nature.
The wildly hairs, knitted to my’th skin.
My ivory gates, beckoned me to crimson devour.
I..
I am forever doom, by the blood red moon.
Chains my existence keeps. Yet held tightly to my essence beneath.
Thus thou never to escape..
The fate of being a
Wolf..
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El TheLoneWolf
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