It's voice likes to echo randomly
The presence can be felt from a tap on the shoulder
It can be heard in your ears when you feel your fear building up again
It's paranoia
From those moments it grabs you around the throat
From those moments you feel like you're a wasted breathe of thin air
It finds a way to haunt you
Until you can't find anyone..
Anywhere..
it's paranoia.
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Memorable Writings
Poetry•Memorable writings is a collection of my writing and poetry •In simpler terms- thoughts and feelings DISCLAIMER: (1) Contains topics of detailed and dark writing. Do not read if you have any uneasy feelings about this.
