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Your hand cannot move gently enough,

The flinch still happens.

You may not see it, 

But it still happens.

I see it in your eyes that it hurts that I can’t hold in the flinch.

I’m sorry,

You know my past, 

You should be used to it 

I’m trying to be, 

One day it won’t hapoen 

Bare with me, 

I’m trying...

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