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An Inner Depiction


  Hands.                                                                                                                                                      Your chipped nail polish can't hide your nerves...                                                                                your scars can't hide that you've been hurt,                                                                                 anymore than you can hope they'll fade.                                                                                         Always shakey, never quite right, just another imperfection.

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