The rope in my hands has lived there for too long. I don't let go, I haven't moved, only but to tighten my grip. So my hands are bleeding, and my arms are tired. I held on to this rope so long,
I don't know what's at the other end of it.
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The rope in my hands has lived there for too long. I don't let go, I haven't moved, only but to tighten my grip. So my hands are bleeding, and my arms are tired. I held on to this rope so long,
I don't know what's at the other end of it.