mine is a hungry dagger, but i am in control.
at the end of a bloody day, a white horse takes me to a watering hole. somewhere to relax.
the rating systems are hard to process without seeming overly obvious. the crowd wants to consume me. yet again...
i see where you all are coming from, but you dont know what from which i came. I was taken advantage of. cursed. they tried to drug me, but didn't know that it would only make me more wild. I am living out my destiny. know which parts were circumstance and those which were choice.
and theirs are hungry daggers. but i refuse to let them touch flesh. there has been enough death.
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