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maybe your hand does fit better in hers and her wrists will be clean, And the acid in her stomach will stay there. her hands won’t shake while talking to your parents and while you guys make love, she won’t cry because she had never felt so much love inside of her and maybe her lungs won’t be stained black from cigarettes and her veins won’t have alcohol running through them as much as mine did hopefully, her bones will be stronger, and when she gets pushed down they won’t all shatter and she will only be left with bruises and scratches on her knees
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May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
Maybe
maybe your hand does fit better in hers and her wrists will be clean, And the acid in her stomach will stay there. her hands won’t shake while talking to your parents and while you guys make love, she won’t cry because she had never felt so much love inside of her and maybe her lungs won’t be stained black from cigarettes and her veins won’t have alcohol running through them as much as mine did hopefully, her bones will be stronger, and when she gets pushed down they won’t all shatter and she will only be left with bruises and scratches on her knees
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21/Gender Fluid/Bay Area
May 26, 2019
May 26, 2019 at 1:59 AM UTC
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