Separate them.
Pick apart everything
until there is nothing left to find.
There is too much
to see inside me.
Paranoia can't escape these
walls of unease and disconfidence.
The only thing that
slips inside is fear.
Fear of lonliness.
Fear of hatred.
Fear of pain.
The lies...
The sadness...
The tears...
What is there to create other then questions?
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