My arms aren't very willowy anymore,
and my hair is split and gray,
but each morning
I count my scars
before they fade
and look to see
if you're awake.
It was worth every bit.
If, when you're feeling all alone,
you reach out,
just far enough to grab hold
of something soft and comfortable,
I hope you can tell
it was always there
for you.
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