Pluto
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MatureOngoing10m
Last published Sun, May 8, 2016
"I'm just a another fucking guy. That no one cares about that everyone ignores. How do you see me as something that is a gift? How do you love me!? Why do you care?" I feel so weak and stupid while saying all of this while tears fall like rain from the storm in my eyes, I look to the girl standing in front of me I feel like a puppy begging for attention while I'm on my knees. She places her hand on my head then to my cheek she rubs her thumb so smoothly on my skin I can't help but lean into her warm soft hands and close my eyes as she whispers,"I love you Pluto, you are the only one I can love my heart will never leave yours for you are my home now and as people say home is where the heart is. If you will let me I will be your home I will hold you through fear and happiness. Pluto you are no freak to me, you are not just another guy." She says these words as if she has known them her whole life she takes a long pause to sit on her knees in front of me she goes on to say,"You are my gift for you saved my life and you do this wonderful thing for me everyday."I see tears run down her face as her hands hold my trembling ones. She looks back up at me,"Pluto don't leave me."
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