You aren't the only one with guilt. You aren't the only one that has gotten quieter these days. You aren't  the only one that has found the dark side of the moon and basked in its hopelessness.

    You aren't the only one that has dangled from the end of a rope inside your mind.

     I've been at the end of that rope so many times, my rope has a name. 

    Sometimes, when I've grown weary of his presence, I soak my rope in ethanol and in return my rope hides from me, making himself stronger for when he comes back.

      Sometimes my rope takes long vacations. I forget about him and I laugh a lot. But the strain creeps in when I remember he is somewhere watching me be smug. He hates me being smug.

   When he comes back, my rope and I square off like Smokin' Joe and Ali, bringing new meaning to the term "rope-a-dope". 

     If this reaches anybody that needs help fighting their rope, please, please email me.

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