Paranoia

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There is always this inflatable fear inside of me. The night is the air that blows it up and I sit in the corner of my bedroom crying, convincing myself that he is around every corner, around every bend. Waiting, with a gun in his hand and a plan in his head.

Out Of Your Veins.Dove le storie prendono vita. Scoprilo ora