This feeling
There is something; An emotion It makes you uncomfortable, Always alert Looking left and right To see who's out to get you It makes you distrust the one closest to you, misunderstand the one in front of you And keeps you looking over your shoulders in hope that the truth will not be revealed You never feel relieved Because you have lost all conscience And embraced the nonsense That soon, very soon... They will find out. It makes you wonder, "why did I do it?" But no matter how long you ponder, there is no way out
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