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No Strings Attached.
Can you break the strings?
Always the victim, you sit, and accuse, watching and working situations from afar.
I go about my day, sewing little strings onto your seat, ensuring my everything to you, in hopes it will stop.
I'd like to think of a sea, just beyond my sight. Maybe even a field of flowers.
I will never know for sure. For if I stray too far, the strings will break. And I will not be able to take another step. I shall turn to stone.
Forever yours.
If I make it to the sea, I will jump. I'm sure of it.
I go about my day, sewing little strings onto your seat, ensuring my everything to you, in hopes it will stop.
I'd like to think of a sea, just beyond my sight. Maybe even a field of flowers.
I will never know for sure. For if I stray too far, the strings will break. And I will not be able to take another step. I shall turn to stone.
Forever yours.
If I make it to the sea, I will jump. I'm sure of it.
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Short drabble.Sums up everything I've been feeling recently.
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