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Sep 2014
You tell me I'm too flirty,
              but with a ring on your hand you hold mine?
Friends can't nudge each other, but they can hold each others hands?

They can't playfully tousle each other's hair, but they can touch each other's legs?

I'm trying real ******* hard to put you first.

                 you and your wife.

   Ignore all the signs that point to us and support you and when I hold back my habits of playful friendship swats

you.

you hold my hand
       and she's in the room.

I loved it, and I hate myself for that.
- From A Journey of Self to Self
Chris Hollermann
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Chris Hollermann
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   punk rock hippy
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