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Feb 2014
I caught you staring at my hands the other day.
I don't know if I should be happy or sad about it.
You could have been thinking about how they used to play with your hair,
or maybe the fact that they broke your bones.
Faith
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Faith  19/Cisgender Female/MS
(19/Cisgender Female/MS)   
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   Molly Gooderham
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