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I want to run on all fours. To bound through fields and chase rabbits. But nothing my feeble human shaped body can do relieves that urge. Quads only reinforce the fact that this body was never made for that, they make me feel like this body is a punishment. Shaking hands bearing the all-too-heavy weight of my body can never compare to the paws agilely trudging over the plains in pursuit. I just want to run, to do what I was meant to do, to be who I was meant to be. But I can't, and it's my curse to forever mourn that loss.