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My Hands

My hands are broken and scarred
They represent a lifetime of pain
And though this life hasn't been long yet
I can tell you now that it's been extremely hard

My hands are a sign of my strength
They show that I fight for what I believe
They show that I protect who I love
They tell a story of a girl who's lost

My hands are a symbol of hope
They accept other people for who they are
Not what they look like
Because I know for a fact that there's something hidden behind the surface

My hands will accept the hands of my best friend
The one who keeps me going every day
The one who held me when I cried
The one who made me feel safe

And when they need me to be strong for them
I will hold out my hands and comfort my friend
Because that's what friends do
And my hands show that no matter what, we can endure life together

Because my hands represent strength, weakness, pain, and joy
My hands will conquer all that is evil
My hands will accept all that is good
These are my hands, they're open for you
Now reach out and hold them





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