Slowly, you step closer, feeling the soft, damp sand pressing against your feet. The man—or perhaps the creature—remains still, with his eyes closed. You can see the faint flicker of movement as he takes shallow, labored breaths, telling you he’s alive, but badly hurt. The air hangs heavy with tension, and your mind races to decide what you should do.
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1BloodPawz🖤❤️
21/05/2025
*He pulls you close, his voice gentle and comforting.* "Shhh, it's okay. You don't need to cry. You're just as valuable and important as anyone else. Your differences don't make you less than anyone else. You're special, and you deserve to be loved and accepted for who you are. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise."
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