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I hate these arms of mine....
They remind me of so much of what I used to be,
And so much that I hate.
The memories of cuddling myself into a ball in the corner
While daddy beat his girlfriend's in front of my eyes
As the screams echoed in my ears.
The days when I hugged myself at night because no one else would,
Those beatings I took in school when I had to hold my arms in my face
To hide the tears streaming down my face
As I bled from my stomach, arms, and face....
Yet I love these arms of mine....
I held such beautiful people with these arms,
Comforted people as they cried in these arms of mine
While they gripped my shirt so tight as they let their pain out.
I've felt the feel of me protecting someone with these arms of mine,
With every person I hold,
Especially a certain someone closer to my heart than anyone...
So there is something sickening about these arms of mine,
But as long as I have people I care about,
I will continue to love
With these arms of mine...