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Every boy I have ever let go of has marks left on his skin from my grip. I am unable to let go but I force myself knowing it's the right thing to do. I do it to myself. Why? I'm still trying to figure that out.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
Scratch Marks and Brusies
Every boy I have ever let go of has marks left on his skin from my grip. I am unable to let go but I force myself knowing it's the right thing to do. I do it to myself. Why? I'm still trying to figure that out.
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Jan 2, 2017
Jan 2, 2017 at 11:13 PM UTC
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