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Apr 2014
That shivering feeling at 2 a.m.
Cold coffee sliding down your throat,
Bruises with unknown reasons,
Missing the last step on the staircase,
Chapped lips without chapstick.
Soap in a paper cut,
These are some of the things I would do over and over,
Even then the pain wouldn't be as bad as what it's like
to be hurt by,
you.
Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo
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Hannah Mae -Nickelle Jo  Indiana
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