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i woke up that morning 32 years old
i looked into my hands and saw all the people i had touched in my life
all the hand shakes, the caresses i had given, the punches i had thrown,
the hands i had held, the babies that laid in them, the long hair my hands had run threw with my heart beating out of my chest,
32 years worth of grasping and holding on
and yet when i woke that morning, they were both empty
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