The Lone wolf

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As I howl and howl there's no response,
I whimper when I hear a screech,
Fighting the urge to jump to my death,
Running and always hiding from the world.

Desperate for someone or something to find me,
I lie on my side whimpering and howling,
The pain is to much to bear,
Put me out of my misery for I shall die today.

A crackle of lightning strikes the tree,
As the tree falls onto me I know I'm alone,
Scared or freighted but I wasn't,
For I take my last breath here on earth.

I know it's sad but I was a lone wolf before I meat my friends especially my wolf  pack. I felt like I belonged there with my pack so I'm not a lone wolf anymore.

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