I am and not
I am an insignificant bug
Not relevant enough to be classified
I will stay this way
Or so I thought
I found myself tangled in the stickiest web
As I struggled it became fassened around my neck
I was on the brink of making my peace
But suddenly thought of everyone in my life
Their constant care for me was all I needed
The web became as fragile as glass
I broke through and swore to keep fighting
This poem is about:
Me
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