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Jul 2017
There was a glorious deer,
the deer thought he was a beautiful lion.
Some rainy day he was hungry,
he thought he could hunt weaker predator.
So he was waiting in a bush,
thinking about his enormous teeth in a fresh meat.
And then he saw hyena.
It was easy to catch for a lion,
he jumped from the bush,
the hyena was surprised.
But the deer believed.
He did it.
But differently.
The hyena jumped at him in the fight,
he ****** his head, the antlers penetrated.
Intestines burst from the belly.
And the blood on the tongue of the deer,
it gave him the feeling, feeling that something,
something is wrong with him.
It was not him, not his terrifying teeth,
he realised he is not the one who he thought he was.
And the love he felt for yourself changed,
it was unquenchable hate.
He is not fearsome lion,
he is just a harmless deer.
He hated his new appearance he realised he had.
He had done something terrible, he killed the predator.
The predator could have the family, friends.
And the killing deer is not a secret.
They will be looking for him.
So he hated his new self even more.
He was not able to do nothing brave.
And all he wanted to have, was love.
The same love he felt when he "was" the lion.
But now without mistakes like this.
But it looks to be impossible to love yourself again,
again with the view.
Hopefully, the hind he loves will help him to find it,
to find his lost love. To believe in yourself again.

Metaphorically I'm the deer. And this is the story.
I mean, I have never killed anybody, it just represents the situation. The reverse.
Richard
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Richard  22/M/Slovakia
(22/M/Slovakia)   
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