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Soft *

In her eyes I could see the softness of her soul.

I could feel the love in her small hands, it was

hard not to see how much love she was willing

to give with a touch.

She was hurt because she only gave it to the

wrong kind.

She always wonder why it had to be that way

when she meant no harm and I told her the

softness of her soul causes a threat to her

survival and no one is this soft.

Sadly she had to go  through  hell to know what I  was talking about.