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I'm tangled,
In a web of my own making.
I twist, becoming encased.
Hidden away,
I began to feel safe.
Snug in the blanket
Of my labyrinth.

But the wind blew hard
One day
And my troubles lifted.
Exposing me to a world 
Made for mistakes
And nothing to cling to.


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