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my hand roars with searing pain. "i dont know how this happened," i explain. but in truth, my art teacher left a box of sharp objects on her desk and my little hands just wanted to grab one just wanted to try
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May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
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my hand roars with searing pain. "i dont know how this happened," i explain. but in truth, my art teacher left a box of sharp objects on her desk and my little hands just wanted to grab one just wanted to try
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14/FTM/a cold small town
May 22, 2017
May 22, 2017 at 1:59 PM UTC
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