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Sep 2018
Spiders in my head,

Spiders in my bed.

In my clothes and in my head.
In my life, i must be dead.

Under my skin, cant itch them away.
Everywhere, wont let me free.

I try to run, i dont get far.
These spiders crawl, they set new bars.

Through the hoops, i try to run.
In front of me bite one by one.

"Youre just like us, why cant you see?
Theres no escape, we wont let you be."

They try and try, i try again.
I look for comfort in a friend.

My friends they cry, they cry for me.
Much good it does, i pay the fee.

Its me alone with my spider friends.
They wish me luck till we meet again.
Maybe ill note and tag this appropriately later. Maybe knot
L
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L  Californa
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