There was a time.
Before.
They were gone now though. That period of his life was over. So fucking over. And yet, the yearling could feel it buzzing in his bones still. The violence. It was still in his skin, running through his blood, woven into every strand of his muscle. He hated himself for it with ever sinew of his being. But it was there.
Still there.
Before.
They were gone now though. That period of his life was over. So fucking over. And yet, the yearling could feel it buzzing in his bones still. The violence. It was still in his skin, running through his blood, woven into every strand of his muscle. He hated himself for it with ever sinew of his being. But it was there.
Still there.
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