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Angry Hands
We started out so happy. It was going so great. But you had a dark secret. That I discovered too late. I never knew the same hands that gave a soft and gentle touch. Would become the angry hands that would abuse me so much. That the hands with a touch that spoke the words "I care'. Would be the same hands that would rip out my hair. The hands that embraced me during a passionate kiss. Would start giving me bruises and split bloody lips. The times that we held hands with our fingers intertwined. Now times you squeezed and broke fingers of mine. The gentle touch of the hands that made me feel loved. Would turn into aggressive hands that would violently shove. I was only going to get more bruises and black eyes. From the same hands used to hug me when they tried to apologize. When touched by those hands, My heart used to float. Until those hands turned angry and my nose got broke. The caress of those hands used to take away my breath. But they almost took my life when they beat me half to death. So the gentleness of hands I will no longer know. The angry hands are all I find everywhere I go. So I survived the abuse, given by an angry hand. But now no hands at all , will ever touch me again.
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