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Paranoia Of The Dread
The anonymous speaks to me.
Speaks of misgivings and curiosities.
With reason unknown.
With symptoms of desperation.
Do you really have to know?
What is it you already think?
A imaginary connection.
It doesn't really exist, it is all your head.
Paranoia of the dread.
Fishing for a story that's already dead.
It's not my fault, I didn't tell you what to think.
I'm just a simple man.
Their is no elaborate plan.
A failure to condemn.
Another useless hymn.
poem
by
Ace Of Black Hearts
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