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I lay
awake at night
thinking and wondering; pondering
the true
meaning of self.
See, am I not
a wolf?
If not in body, then in soul.
You shake your heads;
you turn --
So look at me!
(I cry to you)
Use not your eyes, but use your heart
then tell me
you don't see.
Go get a life!
(you say)
One stays to talk, to soothe,
to help me find
a cure.
There is no cure!
- but death -
And if there was, I would not want it.
Why can't you leave
me be?
Be who
and what I am,
though it be strange to you: A wolf.
You wish to help?
-- Accept.
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