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When you held your hand out to me I didn't know if you wanted me to hand you something or if you wanted my hand. I didn't want to make more of an idiot of myself so I ignored it... I wish I knew. I hope you were reaching for my hand. Guess I'll never know.
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**the curiosity can kill the soul but leave the pain and every ounce of innocence is left inside her brain**
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