What good is a heart like mine in all this hardness? There is no place for soft things here. It doesn't fit in. I feel it not fitting in; Being bigger than it should; Showing around the edges of my exoskeleton cladding: betraying me. I am too soft inside for safety. My heart is too black for goodness. I am all softness and darkness inside & out. from 'Soft' in My Heart
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