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May 2014
The way your fingers linger on my skin feels like you're ripping open my skin and touching my veins, tracing them and holding my heart between your hands, while I lie here cowering away like a small child on their first day of school because I've never needed someone like I need you and with just the flick of your wrist you can stop my whole world.
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BH
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