Ouch
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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