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Apr 2013
Paranoia something I can't shake,
In a room alone someone has their eyeballs on me.
Cautious, courageous, careful bravery,
I glance around behind me then again to see who was there.

Always being watched ****** down,
Consumed by the unidentified source,
Why do the eyes stare so intently?
Deep passed my outer appearance,
Peering into my well hidden past,
Thoughts resurfacing.

The intensity of being stared at,
No one to tell to look away,
All I think about,
All I feel,
All I know,
Bing watched every second of the day
****** into my own demention of paranoia.
Amy John
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   Gary Muir
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