We all struggle with the knots we tie with ourselves in the midst of it all
Tangled irreversibly with the life we've made on our own, for our own
We can never remember the steps we took as we weaved those threads
The complex network of strings that is our lives unwinding on the spool
The tighter the strings are pulled, the stronger the knot becomes, and small
Sometimes so tiny that we don't even realize it lives out its existence
Until that one pivotal moment when all the strings choke on the tension
And we frantically scramble to undo what will never be done
A sharp edge biting, our perfect alibi for what never happened
One brush against the taut thread that trembles with regret
SNAP
The line of thought is broken but the frayed ends still remain
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