tight rope

I'm walking a tight rope. I feel like the world is throwing 'dodge balls' that keep hitting me. Despite everything I'm still hanging on. Sometimes by tooth and nail, sometimes with a swagger.
Sometimes at night I'm holding the rope in my hands and I'm curled up in a dark corner, making it evident that the rope itself is a farce.
Isn't everything?
"There is no spoon."
I'm exhausted.

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