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Newbie Sep 2018
I see shadowy images
Of which I cannot count
Passing day in and out
Leaving no trails behind.

They keep staring at me
Like I had many sins
But I cannot blame them
For they see me within.

I want to hide
But they always find me
I want to sleep
Yet they haunt me even there.
Insomaniac and Paranoid

— The End —