not everyone
who holds your secrets
knows how to
cradle them gently
some hands
are not meant
to touch your
softest places
even love
is not guaranteed
to understand
all your wounds
leave parts of
yourself untouched
like a flower
that blooms privately
it is not
a betrayal to
protect your petals
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gray0328 (
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Comments3
Proper trust to proper individuals not all trust is equal. Very nice Gray
Life is like a game of poker never reveal your whole hand, keep some back, lovely write, enjoyed the read
this is the best advice i have read today
yes- not all listening ears are sympathetic, some just want to take in from th ears, and pass out through the lips
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