I'm fat, so I don't have many clothes including my bed time outfit. The only pair I have for the last couple of years is my green boxer & a black t-shirt. They're old, have so many holes & patches but sooo... comfy. The worn threads on them feel so soft & silky on my skin. They make my sleep good. This morning, while I have a poop, the green boxer slapped me. I looked at it & saw its holes & patches. Suddenly... Hey, I think I just look at my heart. Wounded, lots of scars, partially inflame, and yet still growing into maturity. My boxer always gives me comfort, have I? My boxer always there for me, have I? And my boxer has tore its thread for me,...have I?
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