paranoia of people that live underneath to eat your thoughts. can my dreams be felt? are my thoughts of myself only? daydreaming makes the paranoia grow in the silence of overwhelming whispers... becoming to afraid to think, you want to be safe, underneath a warm matress of kindness, in the safe solitude. away from the vortex eyes of others. maybe the guilt travels in my genes and sooner or later i'm gonna live in a new realm
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