She had a wolf inside her who'd tear off her own 2 limbs.
A wolf who'd howl at the moon, a wolf who'd move quickly with the wind.
She had a wolf inside her who wanted to be free.
A wolf who had no boundaries, a wolf with sharp white teeth.
The wolf inside her was never gentle, and it was never kind.
It followed her every foot stoop, and never left her behind.
She had a wolf inside her, who'd protect her in any fight.
The wolf was always her,
only visible in the night.
She was viscous and hungry, and ready to die.
She was a lonely and howling wolf,
who only knew how to cry.
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