Paranoia
A fear of the unknown
You can make someone feel alone,
You turn me into stone.
You won't let me grow
I feel low when you show
Everything slows it feels like people are staring
I can never find my bearings
You feel like you cling
But what do you bring
You'll bring your own sting.
I carry you around on a string to my balloon
that's why I look at the moon
so that I can get rid of my gloom,
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Poems
Puisithey will have all different meanings some of which I don't know yet so maybe you can help me out
