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intricate webs we do weave
a spider on the edge of success
falling and failing is not without reward
a silky string still is made
and when the stillness of the night
is way too much to hear
our tears are not without gain
our hardship not without profit
for today my lungs shake with my reality
tomorrow will be filled with peaceful acceptance




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