The rope will snap…
I’m just about to snap.
Anger, rage,
the rope is singeing
stretched.
Broken, thin, stressed.
It just can’t stand it anymore.
The edge is wearing it down,
making the thread thinner, weaker.
No joy. No hope.
It’s snapping.
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