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I’m on the last string,

To hold me down,

A thin last rope,

Keeps me on the ground



This little string,

Can barley hold,

It’s ready to burst,

I’ve fallen and rolled



I’m shaking wildly,

While I walk,

Ready to fall,

Forgetting to talk,



Breaking to pieces,

My ears start to ring,

Torn into shreds,

I rely on this string!