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What Paranoia?


Tickle on the shoulder

A whisper on the air

The air is getting colder

A shadow moving there

Tapping on the window

Creaking underneath

Clutching close the pillow

The chattering of teeth

In a moment soon

The room will clear

But not the fear.

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2 comments

  1. You know what they say–just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean they aren’t out to get you.

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  2. sometimes I tell myself, “I know you’re reading my thoughts.” Not because I think people are reading my thoughts but, well, just in case.

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