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“Putting on the collar is taking charge of unexpected situations. Keeping humans from taking control from me. To tell hunters that I'm not prey. Not a trophy by wearing the collar. I looked at the circlet again. Looking deeper, I see not subjugation, but a tool of power to control my fate in the world of man that symbolizes my ownership over both my nature spirit and wolf-self.”
― Jazz Feylynn, Colorado State of Mind

“My Fate
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I knew my fate
I knew
What would happen
With me
But you may say
It was my mistake
Or simplicity
I trusted someone
In the concept of truth
As I tell the truth
As I believe the truth
When I walk
Alongside the street,
Where I used to live,
Where I spent
More than my half-life
Where I was a key
To every subject
I did all; I could
I kept my word, I promise
But that all devotion
Became nothing
One, who loved me
Did not ever weary
To such a claim of love
Suddenly, threw me
Out of my kingdom
My heart, my mind
Even my soul became
The thousands of pieces
Far from my homeland
Friends, family, relatives
Standing on the street alone
With a bag, the same bag
Now I was out
With broken my entity
Though love still exists, breaths
But I do not believe in love
I am alive with dead desires
Holding my broken pieces
With no hopes.”
― Ehsan Sehgal