
There's an old voice in my head that's holding me backWell tell her that I miss our little talksSoon it will be over and buried with our pastWe used to play outside when we were youngAnd full of life and full of love...

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me backWell tell her that I miss our little talksSoon it will be over and buried with our pastWe used to play outside when we were youngAnd full of life and full of love...

There's an old voice in my head that's holding me backWell tell her that I miss our little talksSoon it will be over and buried with our pastWe used to play outside when we were youngAnd full of life and full of love...

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Vixen looked around camp, bored. She sighed.
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Vixen scanned the camp's cold ground. No one was around, making her spirits low. She never was a fan of being alone, as social as she was. She let a solemn sigh escape her vocals.
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Vixen scanned the camp's cold ground. It's solid dirt sprouted few blades of grass, lacking what had been in the summertime. The trees started to shiver under the influence of the winter's harsh wind. No one was around, making her spirits lower than they usually were. Maybe it was the weather, she always seemed too be more down with the weather so cold and unforgiving like it was now. She never was a fan of being alone, as social as she was. She let a solemn sigh escape her vocals, it turning into white frost.
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Vixen scanned the camp's cold ground. It's solid dirt sprouted few blades of grass, lacking what had been in the summertime. The trees started to shiver under the influence of the winter's harsh wind. No one was around, making her spirits lower than they usually were. Maybe it was the weather, she always seemed too be more down with the weather so cold and unforgiving like it was now. She never was a fan of being alone, as social as she was. Maybe I'll just get up and see if I can find anyone, they should be hunting for whatevers left about now. she though, letting the wind tickle her fur. She let a solemn sigh escape her vocals, it turning into white frost.
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There's an old voice in my head that's holding me backWell tell her that I miss our little talksSoon it will be over and buried with our pastWe used to play outside when we were youngAnd full of life and full of love...

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