The Thread

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This had been on my mind for some time, I just want to get it out of my system.

There is a thread that weaves its way throughout my life. It is made of sturdy yarn that never runs out, and it expresses itself in my life through thoughts, feelings, and mischevious senses.

It cannot be translated into human tongue, merely approximated to a lesser form; "I don't belong."

This thread has influenced every event in my life, made possible my past and impossible my future.

Who else has such a thread? Is it not said that everyone does? But why am I a woolen person, made more out of thread than flesh, and I don't see this in anyone else?

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