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I look at my hands sometimes these old, battered appendages this is how i see the world this is how i feel and they are weathered scarred and hurt but still they work in pain and toil. My hands are who i am and they never will touch you.
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
Hands
I look at my hands sometimes these old, battered appendages this is how i see the world this is how i feel and they are weathered scarred and hurt but still they work in pain and toil. My hands are who i am and they never will touch you.
tomas-denson
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Jun 18, 2014
Jun 18, 2014 at 10:03 AM UTC
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