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Living as an empty vessel,
The shell cries.
Unable to form bonds
Of friendship,
Of hopes and dreams,
The shell cries
Alone in the void.
Deceased in a living body,
The fragile mind begs for an end.
The curse called hope shackles the husk to the cage,
Creating an everlasting rend.
Because I'm transgender, and have high functioning autism, I've always viewed monster girls differently than most other people. To me they represent freedom, and human transformations into them represent change. If I can muster up the courage and draw a monster girl for you guys, I'll draw them how I feel they would want to be drawn if they were real. Anyway, nice to meet ya :)