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Like a spider spinning her web, I build.
The strands I weave
Are my emotions.
I see many chances
And ways to attach my web to you.
To make my home secure.
But I resist.
For I know soon you will move.
The movement will snap my web,
Break my strands,
Like a brittle twig
From a dead tree.
It will destroy
My strongest foundation.
So I resist.
I resist myself more and more.
I cannot attach my web to you.
Because you must move on.
I cannot attach myself
Because you have not given permission.
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