These hands are made for Holding you
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Última publicación dom, mar 1, 2015
"what are your Hands made for? For pointing out my flaws, For beating anyone that wants to be with me, for pointing Everything Stupid in me? Tell me!"
"I don't want to make you feel Unwanted and not loved ,All I can say is these hands are Made for Holding you"
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