Fluffed
- Alex Dilorenzo
- Nov 28, 2019
- 1 min read
It cradled your head every night and caught tears while you weeped yourself to sleep. It was even shared some nights with the guest you kept in your home, but was never thanked for any of it. Continuously pounded time after time until the perfect spot was found and it could finally relax. After a while, it began to get old and run-down from the various beatings you gave it. It started to not support you while you were most vulnerable, so you kicked it to the curb and replaced it to start the process over again.
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