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THOUGHTS OF PARANOIA
The thought of paranoia spikes my very heart, hoping the mercy of transition will convert the stagnant dream
I contort to conspiracy and withdraw to hollow ground, flushing my veins with contempt
Sweat soaked skin drowns and suffocates, butchering my soul
The cries are deafening but no tears are shed
My fear surrounds, feels without touch, concealing my dreams;
weary of belief, hope scatters against the wind.