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

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