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May 2016
Your body tenses
Someone is behind you
Stalking your every move
You feel squeamish
So you look behind you
Quickly
But there is nothing there.
You sigh knowing
That it was something out of
Your sick twisted fantasy
However your mind races
Because you feel something
brush against your throat
You feel the sticky
Liquid slowly slide
From your neck
As you slowly die
You realize
That it what killed you
Wasn't human
It was your paranoia.
Kale
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   Cecil Miller
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