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for the last time you reached out for me, so I caved in and held your hand; even though I could still feel the warmth from somebody else’s grasp, I convinced myself that this time actually might last. i was mistaken.
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
beautiful deceit
for the last time you reached out for me, so I caved in and held your hand; even though I could still feel the warmth from somebody else’s grasp, I convinced myself that this time actually might last. i was mistaken.
draaaculina
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Nov 14, 2014
Nov 14, 2014 at 4:08 AM UTC
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