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Cobwebs in dark corners, left there to stay.
A breeze blows through, they sway, they sway.
No one dare sweep them away,
Unsightly, annoying, but they're left there to stay.
They trap small bugs, kill them off,
They trap positivity, kills it off,
Dead and gone, gone away,
But still those cobwebs stay.
They fill up the room; you try to clear a path,
But soon, those cobwebs cover the path,
You're not sure how you're going to get through,
That web, it irritates you.
Now there seems to be no way out,
You're trapped here but no one hears your shouts,
Smothered, caught in your very own web,
The only way out is death.