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Don't be frightened Of my pet wound Please Don't Back off Or shy away I love him so deeply Despite all his pain As he loyally Follows me Every Single Day You see, He is A rescue case. Somewhere in a Forgotten past Something painful Something often Too painful To talk about But he tries so very hard To do it all right. We are companions Who traverse this Tricky land. And we Would both Very much love To share Our time If you would have us. With our tender edges. I promise, He means no harm— He is just looking For a missing part. Looking into his eyes You will see something soft Not scary Just insecure. I know he has his hackles up, Is a little bit yappy, Even nippy... But he means no harm. Underneath all those prickles Are feelings So very sweet And deep. But honestly, I understand— If you need to walk, No need to even talk, It’s not your pain. Because he feels A little bit sore— But he means no harm. Though you stretch my heart In ways so very profound, I feel my essence Spilling. So I gently Ask— Please don't be frightened Of my Pet Wound.
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
My Pet Wound
Don't be frightened Of my pet wound Please Don't Back off Or shy away I love him so deeply Despite all his pain As he loyally Follows me Every Single Day You see, He is A rescue case. Somewhere in a Forgotten past Something painful Something often Too painful To talk about But he tries so very hard To do it all right. We are companions Who traverse this Tricky land. And we Would both Very much love To share Our time If you would have us. With our tender edges. I promise, He means no harm— He is just looking For a missing part. Looking into his eyes You will see something soft Not scary Just insecure. I know he has his hackles up, Is a little bit yappy, Even nippy... But he means no harm. Underneath all those prickles Are feelings So very sweet And deep. But honestly, I understand— If you need to walk, No need to even talk, It’s not your pain. Because he feels A little bit sore— But he means no harm. Though you stretch my heart In ways so very profound, I feel my essence Spilling. So I gently Ask— Please don't be frightened Of my Pet Wound.
This is for those who carry wounds that sometimes scare people away
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Aug 18, 2025
Aug 18, 2025 at 7:57 AM UTC
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