Dysphoria.

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Reads 37
Votes 2
Parts 1
Time <5 mins

dysphoria selfhate therian therianthropy

A spoken-word poem about a therian who can't stand who they've been told to be.

This was an anonymous submission. 

TW: Hints of suicideAll Rights Reserved

dysphoria selfhate therian therianthropy

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Dysphoria.
Tue, Mar 1, 2022

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Dysphoria.
Tue, Mar 1, 2022

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