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Dating you always seemed like we were holding hands at first. Tightly gripped and firm. Then you started to loosen your grip and I held mine in place. Still tightly gripped and firm. Over time...your hand started slipping from mine and I still held on. Until that night...when you finally yanked your hand away from mine. Now I hold my own hand...in a fist. Tightly gripped and firm. Waiting to punch you in the throat.
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
Tightly gripped and firm
Dating you always seemed like we were holding hands at first. Tightly gripped and firm. Then you started to loosen your grip and I held mine in place. Still tightly gripped and firm. Over time...your hand started slipping from mine and I still held on. Until that night...when you finally yanked your hand away from mine. Now I hold my own hand...in a fist. Tightly gripped and firm. Waiting to punch you in the throat.
Hephzibah_Beulah
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Apr 4, 2020
Apr 4, 2020 at 2:46 PM UTC
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