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The Punching Bag

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I don't mind being your punching bag as long as you don't expect the same from me, for I can't take expectations as I am filled with the 'sands of time'.

You punch me and the sand in me takes the shape of your fist. There are no scars and no reminders from the past.

When you are tired let your body rest a while and open your soul to me, for it is then that I will tell you the story of how the sand was part of a mountain once, and how it traveled far and wide to be a 'grain of sand' and found itself manifest for a greater cause......for a cause that is YOU.

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