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by Four Letter Lie May 18, 2008 category : Sadness, depression / about depression
A lonely old spider web, Built among bricks. It seems so harmless, Yet within lies many tricks. The web seems so serine, I look inside. To my great sorrow, I find the spider has died. The web seems so empty, As i know it once was a home. But someone squished the spider, It's no longer free to roam. Dead flies, Caught in the web, Slowly fading away. Those flies still remain there, to this very day.