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     No more pacing to and fro, no more looking out the window. The paranoia eats me away making my life harder day by day. That nail biting feeling the one that makes me crinkle my nose, the one that makes my toes curl. The feeling of being followed, yet my whole life is hollow. There's no one to stalk me and no one for me to follow, I guess it's just one of those nights that are trouble. The tea pot steams and boils as I get myself out of a coil, a problem in which I try not to spoil. This feeling is divine this feeling leaves me at peace, I already wonder who will find me and call the police?

       Will my stalker have mercy and let me go or will he stick around for his own show? It won't matter when he catches me for I am here waiting, waiting here for his sneaky arrival just staring. Awaiting until he comes and takes me away in this sapphire night, away he takes me without remorse or fright. I imagine him taking me away looking into my eyes and telling me this is my last day. Would he put me out of my misery? I hope so 'cause the minute he takes me I won't fight for my life no more. These shadows can devour me to its very core but as soon as I surpass that door I will not see the light of day no more......

                                                                                                                 ~Cynthia Duran

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