Withering home, I trailed the silken threads of failure to my place. And found, in dark and humble crevice, a place to curl and shrivel to insignificance. A lifetimes drudge of patient weaving rendered me crucified - Affixed. Captured here, cocooned within my own creation. As caught as any of the creatures that I wished to snare. Suspended there... Oh this... The web of my despair.Birth sign: Gemini
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