Stand your ground
Pushing.
Pulling.
You're tearing me apart.
push me in one direction,
While pulling in the other.
I am flexible,
But i do not stretch that far.
I bend,
I break,
I mend,
But there is only so much
That i can take.
Keep me stretched,
I will not return
To my original.
Keep pushing me,
I will get stronger.
Until you can't
Push me anymore.
Gain my balance
Face my woes
Stand my ground
Feel more highs
Say good riddance
To all my lows.
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