sherifgraham07
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The young sensitive man is kind.
He laughs, he smiles, he feels deeply—
a heart open to the world.
Then came the days when he wept.
And an angel wept with him,
for the angel knew—
his heart was pure.
Then came the laughing foid,
whispering, “You are too soft… too weak…”
reaching to claim what light he had.
But the angel did not leave.
For kindness is not weakness,
and feeling is not a flaw—
it is a fire that refuses to die.
So the young man rose again,
not untouched, not unbroken,
but stronger for every tear he survived.
And the foid?
She faded—
because a soul that feels so deeply
cannot be taken…
only tested.
The foid:
He laughs, he smiles, he feels deeply—
a heart open to the world.
Then came the days when he wept.
And an angel wept with him,
for the angel knew—
his heart was pure.
Then came the laughing foid,
whispering, “You are too soft… too weak…”
reaching to claim what light he had.
But the angel did not leave.
For kindness is not weakness,
and feeling is not a flaw—
it is a fire that refuses to die.
So the young man rose again,
not untouched, not unbroken,
but stronger for every tear he survived.
And the foid?
She faded—
because a soul that feels so deeply
cannot be taken…
only tested.
The foid:
