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Paranoia

It’s been forever when I checked,
and autumn leaves I’m now ready to collect
The time is tricky, yet I love it deeply
Shall I have to lose myself completely?

It’s been forever since I loved that strongly,
But it seems I’m always doing it wrongly,
A little flower finally ready to bloom,
But left alone with no choice, but to gloom.

My paranoia here loves me more,
I am a stranger, exactly like before.

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