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it's taking a chance when it comes to the food they give me. The screaming at the door only hurts my throat and it burns raw and ~

then only after I am left with a headache that leaves me unable to sleep. The throbbing reminding me that everything I do is of no use. ~

Even the wolves out in the forest beyond these walls are slowly becoming the ache in my bones and blood that I can't favour them anymore. ~

I don't know what I'm suppose to do. Is there anything I should do. It hurts. Everything inside of me hurts more then I care to bare in a ~

minute of this Smiling Man staring down at me like I'm a prize.* I'll kill you. You're throat well me mine. *I mumble under my breath and ~

I see that smirk of his shaping even more of his scares. Giving him the freakish gleam I like seeing so much.* Leave me alone.

Solo Paused #TheSmilingManMyAnger

Fisting just doesn't look natural. Nope. Don't even get me started on the double fisting I just witnessed.

Incoming practically random solo coming up

*The times when it's possible for me to actually sleep. The times when my body is so exhausted and my brain wants to turn off that's when ~

nothing the man in the white coat and the smiling man can do to stop me from sleeping. It's during these times when I can actually ~

dream. Where it almost feels like it's real. As if I lived it before. And for an instant but my eyes open I don't feel hollow inside. ~

There is hope again. Or for the first time ever its sparks inside myself. And it's that reality that brings me down and it starts to hurt +

all over again. I start to miss things that I'm not even sure happened. I am always dizzy and confused about what and who I am. All I know ~

is the howling outside the small window comforts me more than I could ever understand. Only do is hold on to that. The understanding ~

and the dreams. The dreams that almost feel so real. Of a man. Strong and fearsome. But gentle and beautiful. Silent and great with his ~

hands. I wish I knew what was happening to me. I wish I had someone to talk to.* #TheLonelyWolf

Goodnight. I'm off to sleep in my nest.