Arms

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Arms wrapped around me
Comfort?
No, arms of anxiety and pain swirl around me
Smothering the tiniest bit of comfort like a candle under a
blanket

Arms of love replaced by arms of hatred
Pain, a creature with poisonous tentacles spreading like a disease through a healthy body

Pain is the maker of self harm
Pain is the mother of rejection
Pain is the father of abuse
Pain is the sister of control
Pain is the brother of humiliation

Pain is everywhere
Pain is everything

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