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The first time I met them, I was met with silence; These who did not speak. They were unfamiliar with communication. They were silent, but pondering beasts. They looked up to me With eyes full of fear. Such beautiful innocence When you lashed out at me, For you were only trying to protect yourself At what you perceived as dangerous. But I placed my hand on your shoulder, I rested my head against yours. In your confusion, I embraced you.
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
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The first time I met them, I was met with silence; These who did not speak. They were unfamiliar with communication. They were silent, but pondering beasts. They looked up to me With eyes full of fear. Such beautiful innocence When you lashed out at me, For you were only trying to protect yourself At what you perceived as dangerous. But I placed my hand on your shoulder, I rested my head against yours. In your confusion, I embraced you.
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Feb 14, 2025
Feb 14, 2025 at 4:41 AM UTC
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