Paranoia
I walked step by step upon the damp brick road
I began to see the silhouette of a man
3 AM every morning I stroll to the water
I try not to look back, but I hear his steps
The fog was so thick I couldn’t see a block ahead
Who would be out right now?
Five years , and no one has been out to join me
Fear has taken me over
I could smell the ocean mist
the fog began to clear
Confusion arose, as did the fog
I turned around and screamed to fight
I was close
I was suspicious
I was being followed
I was alone
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