Holding on to a thread
And just like me
It’ll try its best
To keep you warm and comfortable
Through pressure and rest
It loves to be in a pair
But it can stand on its own
When one gets lost or goes missing
The other will likely be forever alone
If it gets used a lot
It will wear out
It’ll be tossed away
And soon forgotten about
But when things get tough
As me, holding on is what it will do
Holding on to that last thread
Until it becomes see-through
The tear is visible
And no one wants it anymore
Life has taken its toll
And it’s not whole, as it was before
It is an inevitable thing
Just a couple of rounds on the clock
For me to realize
I’m just the same as a sock
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