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Dec 2018
He's got strong, sure hands. Steady with wide palms. My hands always shake, never settle. Twitch and tap and vibrate with an energy I've always struggled to calm. All of me is kind of like that.

I didn't love him, yet. But I can admire art when I see it.
falling in love with your best friend is tricky
Emily
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Emily  22/F/New York
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