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Tell me Whats Real? I wake each morning That constant pounding Neighbours banging on walls Why are they doing this? They know I can hear I look out the window I see my familiar man He goes through the bin He too knows I'm watching There is no familiar certainty I see him At the Shop On the Bus Walking past Is it just coincidence OR am I truly being followed Watched I find myself asking them to appear I search for their cameras Maybe a microphone I turn the TV off and Wait I sit in the darkness listening to hear them I am fooling them They think I'm in bed Only I know I'm not They are listening for me I am listening for them Until finally I fall asleep Then the day starts again That constant pounding By Shane T Farrell
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
Whats Real?
Tell me Whats Real? I wake each morning That constant pounding Neighbours banging on walls Why are they doing this? They know I can hear I look out the window I see my familiar man He goes through the bin He too knows I'm watching There is no familiar certainty I see him At the Shop On the Bus Walking past Is it just coincidence OR am I truly being followed Watched I find myself asking them to appear I search for their cameras Maybe a microphone I turn the TV off and Wait I sit in the darkness listening to hear them I am fooling them They think I'm in bed Only I know I'm not They are listening for me I am listening for them Until finally I fall asleep Then the day starts again That constant pounding By Shane T Farrell
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Jul 2, 2016
Jul 2, 2016 at 11:40 PM UTC
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