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Hi, I’m Tobie (he/they) I’m an Emo LGBT therian, and furry writer that loves poetry. I tend to write about challenges in my life, consider this bio to be a trigger warning. I write a lot about my identity, depression, and anxiety. My YouTube:

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Still Here.

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After all the atom bombs,

After all the flames,

Somehow we’re still here.

The willows still weep

And the ivy still grows.

We’re all still here.

Millions of widows,

Billions alone.

But somehow

Still today, the song of the birds can be heard outside the window....

Poetry

Take Me To 2008

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Take me to the days of MySpace.

Bring me back to Avril Lavigne.

I was born about 2 decades too late

Take me back to 2008.

I want to be there with the ipods and music taste.

The raccoon tails and 500 layers.

Let me be with people who are the same.

I need the colours and kandi to make my life bright

I need those juicy couture and holister pants

Bring me the low rise and skinnies,

Let me see...

Poetry

Out There

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“Ever wonder what’s out there?”

She asked…

Her gaze distant,

Yet she felt something near.

“Every day, I wonder”

I told her…

However i looked at the stars with fear.

“It’s like the universe is calling me,

There must be something out there…”

I started to think,

What is this out there?

Is this “where” a real place?

Are we just trapped in this echo chamber never to leave this space?

“So much to ex...

Poetry

How Are You

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Not the prompt

Why do they ask “how are you?”

A patronising sentence they constantly say.

They ask to be polite, they were raised to ask this question but never raised to care.

“How are you?”

You don’t care about the shit (things) in my head.

You don’t even care why my eyes are always red.

It’s an instinct to ask,

“How are you?”

But not a care in the world about the tears that I shed.

“H...

Poetry

Simple Standards Of Being A Person

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Not the prompt, also btw I’m still at summer camp

Be confident

Be humble

Be outgoing

Fit in

Be yourself

Be like everybody else

Be humble

Be proud

Be selfless

Love yourself

Be unique

Be you

Become something that the world can accept

Don’t stand out

Stay with the crowd

But don’t let hypocrisy get you down

Why are we told from such a young age?

Told to love ourselves

But never put ...

Poetry

Dysphoria In A Bottle.

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They and he and he and she

Xe and zem ruining me

Pronouns and labels as far as the eye can see

But she and he and ey/em/eir

Seem to be ruining my whole goddamn year

Bigender and trigender

Transgender and whatever-the-hell-gender

Agender and and fluid gender

And hit-my-head-against-a-wall-gender

So many genders, All around me

But which one out there could I really be?

Too feminine,

Too masc,

T...

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Would You?

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If your hand could reach inside my heart, what would you do with it?

Would you hold it real tight and never let me go?

Or would crush it in your palm without mercy to show?

Would you keep my heart safe?

Undamaged and okay?

Would you leave it on the ground?

Broken and astray?

When the world starts to feel cold,

Will you even care?

Would you help me find the warmth when I’m struggling to?

Would you ...

Poetry

Lost

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Losing my trust.

Losing my mind.

Losing the hope that things will be alright.

Losing the game.

Going insane.

Rolling the dice and wishing things won’t stay the same.

Losing my confidence.

Losing my shame.

Losing my interest.

Losing myself in an ocean of pain,

Like I’ve got two pair and they have a straight

Or like my battleship sunk and I reacted too late.

Losing my winnings.

Losing my...

Poetry

Talking With The Devil

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Side note before you start reading: I am a Jewish atheist who is very fond of the show Lucifer, please have this in mind that I’m not too well read on religious matters. Also I may reference a show or a song, idk because I haven’t started yet.

I went to the devil,

I just needed some help

I’m making deals with the devil.

Don’t call me insane,

I just needed my scars to go away.

We talked it ...

Poetry

…

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You don’t know what happens in my head.

You don’t know about the pain and the dread and the wishes that I were dead.

The doctors, they sell you on something they say will help you

But the side effects in the fine print don’t feel just right

The truth finally came to light

I’ve lost all my fight

I’m not gonna finish this...

Poetry