I've heard of being drawn and quartered
This is much like it, you see.
I am being torn asunder in every direction.
I am not being torn by rope or horse,
But something tells me you already knew that.
No, I am torn by "desire and require".
I am desired and required by things and folk
They each grab or stick on to a piece of me
And pull, pull with all their might
I desire and require other things and folk
So I velcro myself to them all over
Then am pulled with all their might.
The diference is that no one wants
To die a horrible death by being ripped apart,
Yet I would be offended if not.
When apart, I give my all, you each get a piece.
So when you tug at me, please don't apologize,
For when you do, you remind me, I am yours.
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indeed! you are MINE!
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