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The Life of a Spider

I will spin my web because it is what I have always done. I will suck all life and essence out of those who boldly test my crafting. I will spin for days and weeks and make it perfect because it is what I have always done. I will frighten those weaker than me and cause giants to run horrified in terror. I will lurk permanently in the dark because it is what I have always done I will sink my piercing fangs into others for nourishment and pleasure. I will create life to follow in my path because it is what we have always done. And when I die alone, I will curl my eight legs into my body as I fade away, confused about the fear a creature of my size was able to instill in so many terrifying beings.
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tyler-j-gallant
American
Published
Nov 1, 2011
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I hate spiders... but I can feel for the little buggers.

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