The Last String

Location

98226
United States
48° 47' 45.4776" N, 122° 27' 8.4204" W

Pay check to pay check
Dead end to dead end
Choices slip away
We are left hanging
Just a few threads left
Enough to keep us here
And alive
We move on from the past
But progress?
No, it is declining
Her mood is deteriorating
The life plummeting
The threads are fractured
They break one by one
Until the end is reached
And her life is terminated
Now it's just us
The two loving sisters
We must start over
Form our own life
Build stronger threads
Mighty, unbroken threads!
And be who we want
It's just us kid
We can make it all the way
To the end and through the day

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