It's gone a wee bit dusty in here hasn't it...?
I've been tugging onto this string for too long... too hard. I thought grasping on would be a good thing. Rewarding. But I guess I was wrong. My hands are all blistered and the string I've held on to is breaking... slowly.
So before that happens and I'm thrown back hard on the floor, I've decided to let go, before the pain shoots all over my body. I can't afford to pull and pull any longer. I'm strong but I can't be strong forever.
God, forgive me.
Being strong sometimes means being able to let go.
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