Strings

The strings are there, tying you up, tangling you up with effort, pain, memories, loss, frustration, and weariness. Others hold onto them, pulling you down, dragging you back, trying to steer you with their tugs.

Snip, snip, snip, cut them away. Free yourself and soar.

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