Every day I worry. Most of it, I worry that I will die. Though it's not death itself that I'm afraid of, it's the loss of life. The loss of this life that I live and lead. No longer will I be able to watch the sun come up (As I just did) while the moons still out in the early hours of the morning during winter. Nor will I be able to talk to so many people, or help them. In all of my life I know I've no fear of death, as I've encountered and evaded it a few times in my life. I realize now that it is the loss of life that I fear. The void of existence.
That void is to be feared, even by the fearless.
A time has come to pass. Dreamers look forward and hope they'll have something to hold on to. Those with heart fight for what they have.
That is all for now.
~Wolf~
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Inside the mind of the Darkwolf
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Fanged Dark Wolf
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