My Tangled Web

tangled in a web that does not end. Day by day i stand by looking for someone whom i could call a friend. Standing alone with a web piling high each day of my life. Whisping in the cold breeze of the wind becoming worne and dry in the warm sunlight as it gains holes from wear and tear in my life that is going no where. Why do i worry and why do I care? because It is all I have in life to save and try to form in right. It is my kids, my blood all my name has left to live for and at least continue and fight yo try. It’s my tangled web of life.

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