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Paranoid of Herself
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Blood and Butterflies PM
What being paranoid feels like. Like you're never free, never alone. ... Look, if you want an explanation, then read.
Rated: Fiction T - English - Horror/Angst - Words: 246 - Published: 04-26-12 - Status: Complete - id: 3017113
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Do any of you know how annoying it is to name these stories? Originally I was going to name is Paranoid, but there were already too many pieces that were named that. So to cut down on confusion, I had to name it something else. I accidentally named one of my fanfictions the same thing as some other person's, so I don't want to repeat that.

Wow. Listen to me ramble.


Leader of the double lives
Find me
Find me
Never talks and never cries
Find me
Find me
Still, the doors are open
After she's long stopped hopin'
Trying to hide
The people who died
And herself

Life is just too hard to heed
Hear me
Hear me
Help is what she really needs
Hear me
Hear me
Strangely though, the voices
She hears not with her choices
They're not her own
But she's alone
By herself

Nobody will know the truth
See me
See me
They think she's insane and uncouth
See me
See me
She wants to show them who she is
But can only see the strange faces
Watching her each hour
Stares building like a tower
On herself

Where to go and what to do
Burn me
Burn me
The world is full of fear, it's true
Burn me
Burn me
She's scared and insecure
Of the things that follow her
Everywhere she goes
She's never sure and never knows
Of herself

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