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Stems Of Paranoia

Their in my mind guiding my ideas, quietly dividing my eyes... I'm terrified of what lives inside, its like a suicide & I'm petrified... I lie & classify myself fine, but I'm in decline cause I feel it down my spine... 

 The voices enjoy pointing, they destroy & continue to annoy... Reluctant under seductive & flamboyant choices within, I'm toyed into curruptive Stems Of Paranoia in which I can't avoid...

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