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It's All in the Ropes

It's all in the ropes;

Some people are caught in endless games of tug of war,

Pulling,

Falling,

Until one lets go or they reach an endless breakable tension.

Others are anchored somewhere high,

Hard to break,

Hard to climb.

Whether you climb just a few feet,

Or to the top,

You will always fall.

And yet your rope is different from the rest,

Attached to nothingnes...

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