The Resistance Issue

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inside​ ​the​ ​tub​ ​all​ ​by​ ​herself​ ​this​ ​time and​ ​I​ ​scrubbed​ ​the​ ​dirt out of​ ​her​ ​dark,​ ​thick​ ​hair​ ​while​ ​she​ ​played with​ ​the​ ​little​ ​squeaky​ ​duck i​ ​rolled​ ​my​ ​sleeves​ ​up​ ​out​ ​of​ ​the​ ​water​ ​and then she​ ​asked​ ​me, “what​ ​are​ ​those​ ​lines​ ​on​ ​your​ ​arms, mommy? why​ ​did​ ​you​ ​hurt​ ​yourself,​ ​mommy?

why​ ​are​ ​you​ ​crying,​ ​mommy?” her​ ​long,​ ​dark​ ​eyelashes​ ​under​ ​the​ ​water and​ ​her​ ​thick,​ ​soapy​ ​hair and​ ​I​ ​stretched​ ​my​ ​arms​ ​out​ ​without​ ​a single​ ​thought​ ​more squeezed​ ​her​ ​small,​ ​chubby​ ​body​ ​until the​ ​veins​ ​in​ ​my​ ​arms​ ​became​ ​a​ ​bright Blue And​ ​I​ ​looked​ ​down At​ ​an​ ​empty​ ​embrace And​ ​it​ ​was​ ​over

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