| I have sanded down the sharpest corners of my heart, so that its broken pieces do not damage your fingers when you go to take it from me. what I am trying to say is your hands mean more to me than even my jagged little heart could ever be imagine how much I will love your soul if that is what your fingers mean to me |
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