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  • Writer's pictureGabby

Fed To The Wolves

I grew up mostly alone. I never felt sad about that. I had a rich interior life and a lightening quick mind, my companions were exactly to my liking.

Independence served me, both as a teen running street side and as an adult in a foreign land.

I never missed you. I had some indulgent pangs but those were more of a pleasure than a pain.

It wasn’t until that piece, the one always missing, showed up that I realized I wasn’t whole and I never had been.

He showed up with quiet strength, a solid good heart and a pack of cloves. I was forever crippled. I will never again roam in solo abandon. And who could have guessed for that I would be profoundly grateful.

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