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Jan 2015
I was born without my third finger
On my left hand.
I thought that I was weird
for the first 18 years
cuz i felt like I was missing
someone...
      
But every one was made
for a reason
and I guess my flaws were
too.....
Written by
Quentin Briscoe
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