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I used to love gently.
Soft voice. Soft touch. Soft expectations.
I thought if I was easy to love, someone finally would.
But softness got me torn open.
Used.
Lied to.
Turned into a warm place for broken boys to hide until they were whole enough to leave.
So I changed.
I stitched up my wounds with black thread and gold rings.
Started choosing silence over begging.
Red flags turned to matches — and now I light the whole thing on fire.
I learned that in a world full of wolves, the lamb gets eaten.
So I became the teeth.
Now I love like I’ve been hunted.
Now I flirt like a warning.
Now I kiss like a dare.
Soft girls don’t survive here.
But monsters in mascara do.
So if you miss the old me —
The sweet one.
The one who forgave too much.
Loved too loud.
Asked for so little…
Tell her I said thank you.
But she’s not coming back.
-L🕷
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twinklelore
The world does chew up soft hearts, and it’s tough learning to guard yours without losing the part that once loved so openly. I think your softness was never the problem, it just wasn’t meant for people who didn’t know how to handle it. Now you’ve got that edge, and maybe that’s just you making sure no one takes your heart for granted again. Keep being strong, keep the fire burning, but never forget the part of you that made you special in the first place
Thank you so much! 🖤 And she’s still there just a bit more guarded.
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That's great to hear
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