As l stroll in the morning Hours
Hidden amongst the Bushes
I chance upon a Web
My Mind a bit confused
Studying the Web
Perfect weave
Thoughts crossing my Mind
I weaved my Life's Web too
Pain and Tears is what I weaved
My broken self now a nobody
Life isn't fair
My wrongs and rights
A judgement to my short life
A painful ending but who are you to judge
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