::don't kill the spider::

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_It showed up again on the window yet again, leaving him mortified like usual. The direction seemed to change bluntly. What a pity. It was the only thing he was counting on. The nature of sacrifice: the lamb does not know about the altar nor pretends to. The light gets too strong and I project my shadow onto you, please rewrite yourself as I please to. I’ll try and go through your thick skull as you fantasize about cutting yourself open. Don’t kill the spider; especially when you see it. Kindly remember it’s cruel to decide. When life gives you lemons: slice it in two, pinch one on your eyes and the other on your tongue, I don’t need gifts, but I want them sometimes. After completing the assignment, he searched for a brace in the familiar blanket. It tired him enough for sleep. Rinse yourself clean and repeat your mistakes: I’m proud of you regardless. How to react when the hands blacken the dial? Don’t you dare. The dark forest makes itself  apparent too quickly. You wouldn’t  know when your eyes have shed enough. Loss of smell; he was hoping for it to march steady towards the heat. The sun wouldn’t approve of this skin. I barely care nowadays. The sickness is an aesthetic, pretend to enjoy the expired meat in this fancy restaurant. You never know when the roof collapses so don’t you try to complain about the food, stuff it in your sick body and feed the web. If the spider can’t be killed it better spend its days crying.