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She stood in front of the mirror looking at her naked self, well as naked as one could get with a full body coat. "secondly, you need to offer your reflection two things, a piece of mind and a piece of body.
Duality
There is a divide, between who you are, and your ideal self: the you inside the shell. _look in the mirror, but you won't see me._ "i know, i know! there is little i can do but endure." _look at me, inside your head.
Psych Self - Proof I'm still alive [Joke]
I walked into a small room, a few of my friends there; the room had a distinctly ominous feeling, that's for sure - but then again, why would I care? Anyway, as I walked in, my tail brushed across the door. The two police officers were sitting down...
The Furry's Burden
Desiring some kind of ascent, or uplifting from the human race, I picked a tail and coat of fur. One to properly accentuate my taste, For lithe frame, cleverness... and grace. I wanted to be free--from a society Of cheats, preachers, and smiling...
Life is a Lie
Death is freedom From this lie, To live is to Exists in false hope, In death I am Still a captive, In life I'm in false hope, But all I hope for Is Truth or Deceit, I am an indefinite presence, With the wish for a known Basis to go on...
Meat
Grinding nails, pulling up flakes, the taste of garlic. Pain. Thoughts of malaise. "Why me?" Restless nights, and slept-through days. Pictures of women--not human, not animal--both. _Kami no Kitsune._ Bad habits, worse reflection. A handsome face...
That Boy's Buried Principle
Bodily freedom is a hard thing to come by But I won't stop! To feel the rush of the wind in my hair--no pain, no itching, no misery One sleek animal promises to me, I can run, swift and be free--no, be me! No more lament, just moving forward on all...
Words and little girl
Words hit me. Every time I am the punching bag for words, My sacrifices do not matter only words, My love is forgotten, my sacrifice is forgotten, everyone. They believe that I am the anchor pulling them deep down. That little girl, her smiling...
Meaning & Self
I guess it's just meaning & self.
Not Self-Made
"they ... their recent success," she said, starting up again, and referring to the high school football team, "is not entirely self-made. nor divinely guided." "'the board'," field realized. "yes. 'the board'." ma sipped of her drink. paused.
Psych Self
#1 of questioning the past psych self dedicated to jaine, my pet fox. rest in peace. it was midnight. i ran down the street, rain pouring against my face. a crack of thunder illuminated the grass i was now running on.
Self portrait
Jonah walked on a cold winters' night. It was about midnight, and his parents were calling him nonstop, trying to get him to come home. Jonah heard the silent roar of sirens blazing in the backround. Police cars were flying by Jonah as he walked. He...