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Trails I've Trot
Battles I've Fought
Under my feet crushing stubble
I mourn as I pass through towns reduced to rubble
Friendship is what I shy away from
because everyone that knows me is tortured, not just some
I protect the weak
from those that are in no way meek.
I have chosen the life of the Lone Wolf
Hate by the worst
Loved by the best
Letting no one see my true self
I leave my feelings upon the shelf.
The lone Wolf is what I'll stay.
for the protection of others
to keep evil at bay.