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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