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You use to comment on how cold my hands always were, back when you had them to hold. I guess when your heart is of ice, it tends to somehow show Even in the small ways, like the heart-to-hand ice flow.
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
Cold Hands
You use to comment on how cold my hands always were, back when you had them to hold. I guess when your heart is of ice, it tends to somehow show Even in the small ways, like the heart-to-hand ice flow.
Forever missing him.
emilymercados
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Apr 14, 2014
Apr 14, 2014 at 6:51 PM UTC
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