Excerpts of a Wandering Mind
Thursday, 12 December 2013
Paranoia
In that heady rush,
I am confused,
Your touch,
It used to burn like fire,
Now it feels,
Cooled,
Is this just me?
Or perhaps it's you,
Paranoia,
It stabs me through.
~Rei Shiori
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