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Roxas Boba

Alone in LabradorAway, away from the loud noises and scrabble of humanity Up the stairs slow and laimed Up and up to my room of solitary confinement Or as I like to call it,Alone in Labrador
The room where only I understand me
Four beds Four girls Two languages Only one that can speak mine ... Me
The wind here howls like a pack of ravinous wolves Waiting untill you turn your back To devour your soul I wish I was not one with the wind
Then I could let them feed And run forever with the pack
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