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Jan 2020
isn’t good enough. You got
to pull the end of your rope
if you want to move up. And if
one person can’t because they haven’t

the strength they must rely on
the strength of the other, not to only
hold on but to pull themselves
forward. I am weak, my friend. I am

barely holding up my end. I’ve
had my thoughts of letting go. Though
the thoughts are fleeting even so, I need
an extra pair of arms to grip and tug

as I’m falling. Will you be that set
of arms, my friend? Will you keep me up,
prevent me from falling? Just enough until
I’m stable? Do think you can? Are you able?
sandra wyllie
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sandra wyllie  60/F/Boston
(60/F/Boston)   
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