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I'm not soft.
I'm not saying I'm strong or tough,
I'm just not soft.
I'm not made for soft touches and pretty words.
I'm made from surprised laughts and sharp words and making up after fights without apologies and never admiting to being wrong.
I'm like hot iron.
Soft touch doesn't end with anything but pain of the person who tries, but with a hammer and force you can make anything from it.
I'm not soft.
But sometimes the only thing I long for is softness and being able to receive it without hurting the person who tries.
I feel like an elephant in a pottery shop and I end up realising softness is just not meant for me.
I'm not soft.
I used to know someone soft. Notice the past tense?
I'm not soft...
...but maybe I could have been.
There is a rose
Far away on a dead planet
It's surrounded by glass
There is no way for fresh air or water to reach it
But it is warm and safe
Isolated
Dying
Or not
It doesn't know
There is something wrong
Maybe
But it is safe
And warm
There was once another living thing there
But they left
It thinks
They'll come back
Right?
They put glass around it
Provided safety and warmth
It loves them
But what is love?
Can it feel love?
Does it want to?...
...Can I ask you something?
…How do you know if you are a rose?