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The lonesome wolf lingers away on its own while the rest just watches on stand by.
Footprints are washed away by the tears of a heavy rain. As the sun appears behind the thick clouds I miss the past. I miss having a friend like you by my side. And I sometimes hate that destiny drew us apart. But I've learned, on my own, how to walk with my back straight, not wondering what others think of me. They know deep inside they're not there for me, even though that's what they wish to think. I fall deeper in to imagination and I ask myself whats the difference between fiction and fact anymore.