"She Got Me Soft, But I'm Still Solid"
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She wasn't looking for love.
He didn't believe in it.
But something about her slowed him down.
And something about him made her walls crack.
He built his world from silence, strategy, and scars.
She walked in like peace-but with pressure.
Now his past is knocking, and her heart's on the line.
It was never supposed to be more than curiosity.
But now?
She got him soft.
And he ain't never folded for nobody.
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