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Soft.
I fell in love with myself. All the things I do. The way I speak with such wisdom even though I am at a tender age. Other days I dare not speak, because my words get twisted up in my mouth, wrapped around my tongue, almost choking me. I still hear the words unspoken. No one else possibly could. My love for nature is like a love for one's soulmate. It's the better half of course because I ignore it, yet it's always still there for me. My hair soft and my skin softer. Muscles bend and contract with the allure of pure strength, lined with a cushy padding of flesh that invites an affectionate touch. My mind fires off question after g****** question and my heart considers every one and tries it's hardest to answer honest and true.
I fell in love with myself and I don't know what to do.
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