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Submitted:Feb 17, 2009    Reads: 128    Comments: 4    Likes: 1   


A hidden eye,

In the air or on the wall,

Stalking me wherever I go,

Begins to take my notice.

For one,

It follows me everywhere,

And every day it asks me the same thing,

And blinks constantly doing so.

That constant blinking,

Of impending doom and despair,

Must come to an abrupt stop,

Or I will have to end it physically.

For too long,

Has this eye stalked me,

Driving me constantly to the edge,

And bringing me this discomfort.

I must end it soon,

For I wish no pain or despair,

But my own space,

To breathe a non-restrained life...





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