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A hand is all we see reaching from the door he’s pulling her to him but the moment is much more than just him holding her because the algorithms are wrong – it’s the math that she can’t do, that ****** her all along There is no tall-dark-handsome who will fix the broken things but a voice that sometimes whispers, You are not broken. Sing.
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
The Math
A hand is all we see reaching from the door he’s pulling her to him but the moment is much more than just him holding her because the algorithms are wrong – it’s the math that she can’t do, that ****** her all along There is no tall-dark-handsome who will fix the broken things but a voice that sometimes whispers, You are not broken. Sing.
lindy
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Oct 21, 2012
Oct 21, 2012 at 11:43 PM UTC
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