now it will be a part of something bigger. a sweater. they will wear it for 4.7 years and will never notice the pain i went through when the cold metal of scissors touched my red thin vein. it will tickle their skin silently, defending them from the winter's cold eyes. but after it tears on a rusty nail sticking out of the wall, they will throw all of us, the threads, to be eaten by dumpster rats