"I need your assistance," I said to the sky. "I am fatigued."
I can be like a hound dog, occasionally distracted by attractive scents, sniffing successfully until something redirects me.
How to separate truth from fiction? There is only one way. First, you must become completely pure into yourself. How, you ask?
This world is not
For the Otherkin
To be coupled with Humans.
Underneath the energy
Called skin I
Am weighted, a
Reinvented spawn of
Seeds processed through
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