The one human weakness,
Driving minds to madness,
Leaving defenseless,
And inflicting sadness.
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No eyes in my back,
No vision behind me.
It's like the world is black,
And ceased to be.
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You can never be sure.
Without giving a glare:
If you turn around, will
...
The World Behind You
...
Still Be There?
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