It frightens me when you look into my eyes.
You have an inhuman capability of holding an unblinking gaze,
And it feels as though you can examine my every thought.
So can you?
Can you read every word?
Can you hear every whisper?
Knowing you, maybe you just do.
Welcome to my little insanity.
Just don't call the cops.
YOU ARE READING
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