when an animal is hurting and hunted to its end it seeks the shades and hollow. Despite the words and the calling, It wants solitude,a peace. Some place to find time to forgive, both of themselves and of others. Though it speaks it is still just a beast and knows it has no tomorrow. It cares less to such fanciful notional of caring. Monsters do not love,how could they? We are things of the past without feeling and of no heart our world is that beyond. When we love,we do it our own undoing. I am so lost in a world I do not understand.


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