Thu, 07/17/2014 - 19:56 -- lemonem


I now stand alone; the last of my kind. My ears search the woodland for a familiar sound, but i am disregarded with silence. My mind is astray with thoughts of affliction and revenge. I am overcome with all loss of communication. I feel a bottomless ache in my soul. I run until i have no point, why run when you have no reason to? I watched as my pack was tracked, hunted, and annihilated. Why has this happened, what did we do?


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