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I cut myself between my fingers and between the awkard way I have the band-aid place and the little painful reminder I feel when I move my fingers, its okay.
It hurt when it happened, the less I thought about it and then the less it did.
Had the pain and then it was gone.
I was in love or at least that is what love felt like. Little painful reminders of something that must have been small because if it was really love, it would still be here.
I am reading too much into it. Maybe I just cut my finger.
