Like I'm always walking with the wolf. This huge inescapable wolf. So I've learned to walk with him and not run. If I ran it really wouldn't matter. He'd eventually catch up with me anyway.
After all, he's a wolf. He has four legs and I only have two.
The funny thing about the wolf is at least I'm not deceived. I know who he is. He use to dress like a sheep but then he grew tired and decided to be himself.
Although I've discovered who he is, he still talks to me. Why?
I don't believe anything he says. Yet he still talks. Like everything is OK? LOL
That's ridiculous. Sometimes he talks and I just let him have the floor. Sometimes when I'm silent, he'll go away for a while. But then when I look up again, I see him leisurely strolling through the woods on his way back to me...
D@@n !! I'm so tired of him. I wish he'd disappear...
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