Monday, December 7, 2009

My Suspicions

Stop telling me that I don't know what I'm talking about, that I'm just paranoid. Stop messing with my mind, making me doubt myself instead of you.

I already know the answer, I don't need you to confirm it. Your protests won't save you now. I see right through your brightly colored mask, and I know what I see is true, even if I'm the only one who does.

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