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Rubber Band
I am being pulled 
 I am being stretched
 I am straining
 I am reaching the limit of my flexibility
 I am being worn out
 And I can’t stand to be of the same band
 When will my ties, bonds, and fibers be broken? 
 I’m finding it harder and harder to pull away
 My strength lessons every day
 Wishing just to collapse to my original shape
 I need to continue though
 I need to build strength to pull my self further away
 I need to weaken those ties, bonds, and fibers
 So that eventually the band breaks
 Until I am no longer anything like them
 However
 No matter how strong I am
 No matter how far I pull away
 Not even if the band breaks
 Will I ever be apart of a different band.
 Do I give up?
 No
 I continue
 I make my own band.
 Because every time I pull
 And every time I stretch 
 And every time I strain
 I change
 And no matter how hard you try
 You can’t make a rubber band return to it’s original shape.

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