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Paranoia

PARANOIA WHY DOES IT FEEL LIKE NIGHT, WHEN IT’S DAY? SOMETHING IS NOT RIGHT WHY AM I SO UPTIGHT? WHY IS EVERYTHING BLANK IN MY MIND NOW I DON’T KNOW WHAT STRESSED ME FIRST OR WHAT STARTED THIS CURSE I GUESS THE PARANOIA HAS SET IN PARANOID IS WHAT I BECOME DON’T KNOW WHY DON’T KNOW HOW THIS HAS COME ABOUT TO ME, ON ME BUT I KNOW WHAT IT IS LIKE TO HAVE VOICES IN THE BACK OF MY HEAD DRIVING ME CRAZY DRIVING ME MADF IT IS LIKE A FACE THAT I HOLD INSIDE A FACE THAT WAKES ME WHEN I CLOSE MY EYES A FACE WATCHES EVERY TIME I LIE A FACE THAT LAUGHES EVERY TIME I FALL SO I KNOW THAT WHEN IT IS TIME TO SINK OR SWIM THE PERSON INSIDE IS HEARING ME FEELING ME RIGHT UNDERNEATH MY SKIN IT IS LIKE I AM PARANOID LOOKING OVER MY SHOULDER IT IS LIKE A WHIRLWIND INSIDE MY HEAD I CAN NOT STOP WHAT I AM HEARING WITHIN IT IS LIKE THE FACE INSIDE IS BENEATH MY SKIN CAUSING SUCH PAIN WILL THIS PARANOIA EVER END ©GDC2014

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