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Sorry for being a monster, though I don’t look the type. Too small to be frightening, too wrong to feel right. They say "you're still cute", that’s all I will be. not deep, or intense, not worth staying to see. I bare all my teeth, they laugh and they'll joke. I crack down the middle. They tell me I’ll cope. If I were ugly enough, or pretty on cue, maybe I’d matter the way others do. But I’m stuck in between all edge, no weight. A monster to mock, then leave at the gate. So, sorry for snarling. For wanting to stay. I’ll fold in my claws, and stay out of the way.
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
Cutie Monster
Sorry for being a monster, though I don’t look the type. Too small to be frightening, too wrong to feel right. They say "you're still cute", that’s all I will be. not deep, or intense, not worth staying to see. I bare all my teeth, they laugh and they'll joke. I crack down the middle. They tell me I’ll cope. If I were ugly enough, or pretty on cue, maybe I’d matter the way others do. But I’m stuck in between all edge, no weight. A monster to mock, then leave at the gate. So, sorry for snarling. For wanting to stay. I’ll fold in my claws, and stay out of the way.
I had a conversation with a friend about appearances.
Chalse31
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Jan 26
Jan 26, 2026 at 1:04 PM UTC
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