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In a world of cosplay, you pick a furred disguise,
Pretending you're a fox, a wolf, with gleaming eyes.
Your suits are plush, your tails a show,
But deep inside, who are you, though?

You gather at conventions, prance around the floor,
Chasing fantasies in costumes that cost a fortune, more.
You think it’s cute, you think it’s grand,
But all I see are grown-ups playing in a fantasy land.

Your characters are varied, but the story’s the same,
Escaping to a world where nobody knows your name.
You say it’s just a hobby, a fun little quirk,
But it’s hard to take you seriously when you’re dressed for work.

Behind the masks, what’s the truth that you hide?
A quest for attention or just along for the ride?
In the end, it’s all a bit too surreal,
A world of make-believe that can’t quite feel real.