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You're the scar that everyone insists on rubbing their finger in. "Oops," they say as the blood starts oozing again. Then they leave me to nurse my own wound.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
Wounded
You're the scar that everyone insists on rubbing their finger in. "Oops," they say as the blood starts oozing again. Then they leave me to nurse my own wound.
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Dec 16, 2018
Dec 16, 2018 at 8:05 PM UTC
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