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I thought I knew you so well - like the back of my hand. But every time I look at my hand, there's a new bruise, a foreign scratch, a scar I never had before. So the truth is, I really don't know the back of my hand all that well. So what does that say for you?
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
Back of My Hand
I thought I knew you so well - like the back of my hand. But every time I look at my hand, there's a new bruise, a foreign scratch, a scar I never had before. So the truth is, I really don't know the back of my hand all that well. So what does that say for you?
#teen#hurt
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May 20, 2019
May 20, 2019 at 7:48 PM UTC
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