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Post by Tig on Apr 26, 2009 23:21:19 GMT -5
Whispers calling, fading, screaming.
Desperation, depression. Sometimes I feel alone in a crowd of people.
Humans fear me. I am their nightmare. I wish to control my desires. I wish to break my connection to the moon. I wish to be human.
I am cursed, a beast, a monster.
I hate what I became, but I can do nothing but accept it.
I am learning to control what I do during the full moon, after so many years, it is starting to loose it's grip on me, and now, I am learning to shift back to my human form, even before night fades into day, but it is more painful. Not that pain bothers me anymore.
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