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And on that day, I’ll be terrified.

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Sometimes it takes a wake up call to get your shit together.
The lone wolf may die, but the pack survives.
If that’s true, then why do I always feel like I’m always alone?
People meet me, hang out, call me friend, and then just dip out. It’s the same with love. I meet someone and fall, and they either take advantage or I’m ‘just not what they’re looking for’.
Is it written in the stars for me to be alone? Am I some fucked up reincarnated version in Cain? Destined to walk the earth for all of eternity alive and suffering, watching individuals come and go? Atoning for some fucked up decision my predecessors made wins ago? It’s definitely starting to feel like it.
I call bullshit on this quote. Martin got it all wrong. Reality is much more poetic and fucked up:
The pack may die, but the lone wolf survives. Even when all he wants to do is die.
Feelings scattered across the floor like broken beer bottles. Glass cutting into soft flesh, reminding once again of the pain felt inside and out.
There’s no escape.
Sure to always be there like the sun and the moon. A beckon shining bright constantly with a message you always dread:
You never had a chance.