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My Web

My Web

Wrapped in my own thoughts

Stinging pains coming from within

Numbing my innocence

Grasping for some form of aide

Clinging to the first sign of attention

Truths later figments

Illusions formerly facts

What a web I weave

I know the outcome

I’ve felt that pain

It grows more complicated than the last

Continuously drudging through the muck

Struggling for air

I’ve spun this web before

There are no ins and outs

Woven in my own web of factual figments

Yet I dare build another

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