Synopsis
There’s a spider secretly settles in my room. Sometimes it appears with its cutesy bearing and somehow, I can feel its building nests in my brain, obscuring things that I can’t or am unwilling to remember, where all the insane and violent thoughts are lurking. This 8-feet little thing only shows its face in unexpected moments silently but is still moving in this enclosed room, even today.
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