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*Maybe he left because he got tired of plucking splinters out of his fingers every time he touched me because of the fence I built around my heart.* B.S.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
Splinters
*Maybe he left because he got tired of plucking splinters out of his fingers every time he touched me because of the fence I built around my heart.* B.S.
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Mar 24, 2015
Mar 24, 2015 at 4:02 AM UTC
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