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The thread twisted into knots, tangled into the rest of the sewing box, needles, pins, and good intentions.
I am a thread. Small and fragile. Flowing whichever way the wind decides to take me. Sticking out of your coat threatening to fray.
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The thread twisted into knots, tangled into the rest of the sewing box, needles, pins, and good intentions.
I am a thread. Small and fragile. Flowing whichever way the wind decides to take me. Sticking out of your coat threatening to fray.