Born under a full moon during the peak of summer
Never able to catch a breath or a break
Fed to the wolves as soon as the glaciers thawed, if not sooner
Bred to bite back, even without the chance of winning
A soul of existentialism and brimstone
I am too broken to be treated with a soft hand.
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