Eventually, I was the wolf. But the world did not see that. All they knew about me was a facade; an impersonation of a fragile lamb. For how could it have been possible for them then, to fall for the greed of becoming a saviour. A knight in shining armour, a cure to a suffering. They did not see me as who I was but as I pretended to be. The Lamb and not the Wolf. But eventually, I was the wolf and the world was unaware of my existense...
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