Wolf

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You foul beast

that stalks my dreams,

no, nevermind my nightmares.

You stalk me, you hunt me,
your yellow glare, it kills me.

When I see you, I do not move. Afraid of what you'll make me do.

You foul beast that stalks my dreams,

You do terrible things to me.

You've starved me for weeks,

You beat my loved ones down, until they're nothing.

You take my motivation,

My hopes and dreams,

And throw them out the window.

Down down down they go, never to be seen again.

People will say you'll go away, if I do the right things.

But they couldn't be further from the truth.

Because no matter how much I hate and despise you,

With all of my being,

You are still a part of me.

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