Saturday, March 31, 2018

A Lone Wolf

She was always alone.

Some wolves were born with their wolf packs.

But she was a lone wolf.

A cub that was apart from her pack.

But she was always the fiercest one.

I remember my life as the loner, but as I grew older, my fangs grew and I forgot how to be vulnerable.

Although I am alone, I appreciate the silence because you were another lone wolf too.

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