One part of your hand makes me smile. One part makes me laugh. One parts empties a container full of butterflies into my stomach, they all try to escape at the same time. One part reminds me that I am living. One part reminds me why I am living. One part brings back memories of when I was sad, another of when I was happy. One part makes me happy. One part of your hand shows me everyone who has been here before, laughs in my face, and makes me hate you. One part, the part the plays and dances and loves, makes me love you. One part tells me that I am not alone. One part whispers to me, soothes me, when I am running away from life. One part is still with me when you are gone. One part tells me you are all mine, I am all yours. One part makes me jealous. One part sings to me in the middle of the night, in the middle of the day, in the morning. One part loves me and I love it back.
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