The feeling
It's the uneasiness.
It's the mood it inflect.
It's the strange feeling that something is going on.
What, I don't know.
It's the feeling, someone is behind me in the shadow.
Paranoia, or just my mind.
It's a truth of a telling sign.
Time is spending up.
And I'm running out of time.
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