He loved stuffed animals because they were soft.
He loved blankets because they were soft.
He loved his mom because she was soft.
He loved his clothes because they were soft.
He hated himself because he couldn't be soft.
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Flying Away || Poetry
PoesíaPoems by the broken, for the broken. {Lovely cover done by @tinhovercarinice}
Softie
He loved stuffed animals because they were soft.
He loved blankets because they were soft.
He loved his mom because she was soft.
He loved his clothes because they were soft.
He hated himself because he couldn't be soft.