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I feel like a rope at a family reunion. Mom's side of the family is here and so is dads. I am the old useless rope only used for tug of the war. They finally see me and then they decide to use me for their fun. I am the rope that is tugged on. Mom's side of the family on the right Dad's on the left. They get situated and start the game. They pull and pull. I am the rope they "fight" for even though I am useless. The fight for me but not actually for me. They fight for me for them. Who is going to win? Who is the stronger parent? Who will take me at the end of the day. Pull, pull, pull. I am yanked back and forth. No one ever willing to give up They can't except that I can only stretch so far; barely at all. Pull, yank, tug. Who has won? No one? Keep pulling, yanking, and tugging. We must win her. The rope snaps I break. There is no longer a rope. Mom's side falls and so does dad's. They look and see the rope, shocked that something that was once there was no longer there, but dead and now actually as useless as an old rope
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Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
I am a Rope
I feel like a rope at a family reunion. Mom's side of the family is here and so is dads. I am the old useless rope only used for tug of the war. They finally see me and then they decide to use me for their fun. I am the rope that is tugged on. Mom's side of the family on the right Dad's on the left. They get situated and start the game. They pull and pull. I am the rope they "fight" for even though I am useless. The fight for me but not actually for me. They fight for me for them. Who is going to win? Who is the stronger parent? Who will take me at the end of the day. Pull, pull, pull. I am yanked back and forth. No one ever willing to give up They can't except that I can only stretch so far; barely at all. Pull, yank, tug. Who has won? No one? Keep pulling, yanking, and tugging. We must win her. The rope snaps I break. There is no longer a rope. Mom's side falls and so does dad's. They look and see the rope, shocked that something that was once there was no longer there, but dead and now actually as useless as an old rope
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cheyanne-markley
Apr 30, 2017
Apr 30, 2017 at 1:08 AM UTC
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