the same hands

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The same hands she used
To rub my back when I cried
She used to shatter my heart
And stab me when I wasn't looking.

The same voice she used
To reassure me,
To protect me
She used to break my spirits
And destroy my safety.

The same person that told me
She loved me
And would never try to hurt me
Ended up doing
Exactly that.

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