Loner
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Ongoing9m
Last published Mon, Dec 2, 2019
Act Natural.
That two-worded phrase would go over most people's head in an obvious situation. But for me? Acting natural was a whole ass chore.
How could I naturally stop pining after my childhood crush?
How could I naturally dream when I'm always interrupted by nightmares?
How could I naturally stop being attracted to males no matter how much society yells at me?
How could I naturally fulfill the beast that comes out every full moon?
Act natural... that's priceless.
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