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He plays with my hair until his fingers get tangled, I keep them there in fear that it's the last thing keeping us connected.
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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He plays with my hair until his fingers get tangled, I keep them there in fear that it's the last thing keeping us connected.
samkpayne
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Apr 13, 2015
Apr 13, 2015 at 10:33 PM UTC
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