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I can tell it's been awhile since somebody was soft with you like a child. People have fallen to their knees for you, but not without taking. Or reminding.

I know how you see softness. And what you fear when softness sees you. This is why you hold metal tighter than flesh, and why you only cling to what is disposable.

We are grown. Yes. But what we need does not change. What changes is our willingness to believe we deserve it.

This is why I cannot make a deal with you for your heart. I cannot negotiate with someone who doesn't understand

that love is free.

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Can we just start again?

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All good, hope you’re well