There are spiders in the corners of my room They hide in comfort from their impending doom They have as much right as me To stay here too For I hide here when I cant see the moon I don't think they will be here long They seem to come and go They leave their webs They leave their homes We are not that different Maybe that they know In time I will be gone too
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we keep on trying to make it work we keep on trying to force it hurting ourselves in the process of trying too hard when we are already aware that it cannot be it will never be