Touch the paw of a demon, in disturbance there is peace. Taken back by the need to purr. To feel warmth, to feel love. Hoping only to trust the touch may a demon be at peace. Not knowing if this is friend or foe. A feeling of tranquility knowing that one is not afraid to come so close. Trust is full.
Leave me not to rot in despair. For once my trust in you was true, now is faded away. Hate now fills the gaps where love once lived. All is lost forgiveness will never come.
Dear old friend I longed to feel loved, your betrayal hurts me.
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