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My dreams. Like cobwebs, abandoned and useless. Even when cleaned. They come back. More useless than before. A waste of space if you ask me.

As useful as salt. The more you have the more problems it causes. People come to make them be useful. I put my dreams in bottles. So friends can use them. Making each bottle for every one of my friends. A specific bottle for each of them. Just so they can be happier.

These bottles keep me happy. Thus, making me friends. Making me be even more happy. My friends and I have a wonderful time together. Eventually parting ways until the next morning.

My friends come in pleading for a bottle each. I tried to give them one. Every little dream slipping and falling on the floor. Broken dreams. All over the floor. While they turn back into cobwebs. They left, leaving me alone.
With cobwebs for the good times we had. Crying until I fall asleep.

Waking up with cobwebs in my room. I tried to clean them. Making it worse. My hands get stuck. Eventually my legs. Later on my head and neck. Leaving me to join the cobwebs. Finally being a cobweb of destroyed memories. Just like the bottles.

My last friend ever comes in my room. Confused to see it finally empty in so long. They go into my room and see me. He stands there, shocked to see me. Strangled in my own cobwebs. He saw me turn into cobwebs in front of him, what was left of me is now covered in cobwebs. He found a bottle and put me in it. He bottled my cobwebs.

This is where the idea came from. I fused my cobwebs idea with this poem: