Metal Arm

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20.

I don't know if I hate my arm.

I remember the procedure. The pain...

Sometimes I wish I could detach it, but I know no matter what it won't get rid of the blood that stains my body (my soul) or my past.

Maybe I need the reminder of who – what – I was and did.

I have to accept it.

Acceptance is such a funny word.


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