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Aug 2015
My hand is more comfortable as a fist on someones jaw than intertwined in somebody else's hand
My body trembles from the sound of your voice drifting to me, but is stone cold from the sounds and blasts from gunfire.
My mind tells me that I have a higher chance of getting wounded from love than I do from a battlefield.
Dev
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