Paranoia

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I look to the left,

I look to the right,

I know its still there,

But its out of sight,

It lurks in the shadows,

Trust me, I know,

Its presence sends chills,

Straight to the bone,

No-one believes me,

Well, why would they?

I'm just a silly little girl,

Who ought to play,

Oh no...

I turn around,

But then it fades,

I'm scared to do anything,

But to hug my blade

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