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Running to your arms
safety surrounded me
at three years old

Running to your arms
protection surrounded me
at sixteen years old

Running to your arms
heartbreak crushing me
at twenty-one years old

Becoming a woman I could see
my hero you  is mentally ill
delusional paranoid dad

I never knew
till
I grew-up

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