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The Cane

by lane33

While countless lean their problems on the cane, he can never complain for this is his purpose. To help those in need. The reliability has become a trademark within an epidemic of self reflection and focus having this built in reliability to lean on when things get tough becomes paramount. Problems fade away, de facto the cane's issues for the tool has bailed the same person out time and time again. While no one would notice relying on the stick repeatedly, its the accumulation of everyone else also taking advantage. For it is not the cane's place to lean somewhere else it must stand strong as a guiding force sacrificing for everyone around. Until the once solid oak has been withered thin, chipped, eventually snaps. Only to be replaced.
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