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Ponder the Paranoia

Here I am, thinking to myself,
Where did I go, on the night of the hunt,
I remember the noises, I remember the pain,
But what was it that made me whole again?

I inch back into the dark,
seeing every shape the shadows start,
Men in black coax out the sick,
many whispers do the trick.

Every movement seems so foreign,
in my bedroom shivers coming,
burning heat from nowhere flowing,
paranoia slowly growing...

Writing a Paranoia story, figured I'd do a poem too...

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