I am like a spider
living in a web. My home,
made up of a gossamer of lies.
Where what I touch is solid
but non-existent.
what I know are facts
but they belong to fantasies.
A world whose reality
in it's very nature is surreal.
Where everything is fake.
I am a spider that knows nothing but its web
A web, made up of a gossamer of lies,
Which it continues to spin,
continues to get lost within
as time passes by.............
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