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I am watching you, every step, every breath, every word and touch. yet still I keep a sense of certitude - that you may believe you have befriended me. I am a television, a mirror, a frame in your home, I am a friend you can trust. I am a child playing swing, I am the woman you sneak around with, I am the unexpected friend you trust, Yet I am the one who snitches on you when we part. Trust me, you'll think we’ve never met. Yet when we do, oh man , you’ll know it. For in the oddest of times, well catch you, grab you,stop you still - Until you cry out, BIG BROTHER , I .. - ....Confess.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
Confessions Of A Poor Man - 1984
I am watching you, every step, every breath, every word and touch. yet still I keep a sense of certitude - that you may believe you have befriended me. I am a television, a mirror, a frame in your home, I am a friend you can trust. I am a child playing swing, I am the woman you sneak around with, I am the unexpected friend you trust, Yet I am the one who snitches on you when we part. Trust me, you'll think we’ve never met. Yet when we do, oh man , you’ll know it. For in the oddest of times, well catch you, grab you,stop you still - Until you cry out, BIG BROTHER , I .. - ....Confess.
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May 15, 2014
May 15, 2014 at 3:10 AM UTC
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