Teach me to be soft

Teach me to be soft and nice. i know I'm rough for many reasons for that's what the way i am. i see nothing but uncertainties of my life. they inspire me to be soft, but i fail to be the one up to the expected levels of anticipated growth. i loved not, even a girl at least for the sake. i always wanted to fall in love with the uncertainties of my life and a girl of whom i never think and romanticise. i fear my future that i may fail to love her with the expected dreams of future life. i will tell her to tech me to be soft and smooth. but, i will never go through . I'm not much confident of myself. the reason why I'm rough and the way i am is nothing but i never romanticise anything in my life but the life itself.

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