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We picked at each other like scabs. Now all that's left are scars.
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
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We picked at each other like scabs. Now all that's left are scars.
caroline-k
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Jul 26, 2017
Jul 26, 2017 at 2:19 PM UTC
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