Often, it's very gentle Soft, like summer rain A tickling feeling In the corners of my heart. But we only accept The love we think we deserve. So I hated that gentleness, The way I hated my own weakness. Read on blog or Reader buildpoetry Read on blog or Reader The way By buildpoetry on August 2, 2024 Often, it's very gentle Soft, like summer rain A tickling feeling In the corners of my heart. But we only accept The love we think we deserve. So I hated that gentleness, The way I hated my own weakness. Comment Like You can also reply to this email to leave a comment.

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