Ghost

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I am being followed

everyday, every minute

by a dark figure

that looks like me, mostly

the dark silhouette that lines my peripheral vision

It stares at me with hollow, sunken, dark eyes

I can hear the watchful glistening eyes moving with my gestures

I can feel them penetrating my viscera

It is deafeningly quiet

It ask me silent questions, which I don't have answers to

When I smile, it stares me down

I am not sure if it's my friend or foe

But it stays with me no matter I am sad or happy

It doesn't attack me or anything

It just makes me uncomfortable

It makes me sick.

It's the ghost, of fear.

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