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I'm holding onto a rough rope As I'm pulling and pulling my hands begin to burn and bleed I don't want to let go, I can't let go But what will happen when I do let go Will my hands heal Is it better to let go? Will everything automatically be okay? I think not The cuts and burns left scars And it won't go away Because I just can't let go of that rope Its barely keeping my life together I hate it, but I love it... that rope...
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
The Rope
I'm holding onto a rough rope As I'm pulling and pulling my hands begin to burn and bleed I don't want to let go, I can't let go But what will happen when I do let go Will my hands heal Is it better to let go? Will everything automatically be okay? I think not The cuts and burns left scars And it won't go away Because I just can't let go of that rope Its barely keeping my life together I hate it, but I love it... that rope...
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Dec 3, 2017
Dec 3, 2017 at 11:04 PM UTC
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