I'm not sorry!
Am I strange to you? Do I look weak? Do I look wrong and uncalm when I move around on all four " feet "? Do you think I look so wild? Do you think I look just like a freak when I run up and up and down and down and chase almost every squirrel I see? Well I'm just here to say.... I'm not sorry! I'm not sorry for the way I move, and the way that I choose to speak! I'm not sorry for every night that I pray to God to give me fur, and I'm definitely not sorry for being know as " they " instead of " her "! I'm not sorry for the way I eat, the way I act or the way I sleep, and I'm not sorry for everything I choose to do with therianthropy! Again, I'm not sorry for the way I eat, the way I sleep or the way I speak! You ask me why I'm not sorry for the way I do everything, and I say " cause I'd like to see you try to take this animal out of me. "
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