Love & War, Prose, Ramblings

Eyes 

I feel like you’re watching me. Looking over my shoulder and reading my ramblings.I feel like you’re unraveling my symantic digressions, decoding my every word.There’s nothing to see here. No crime has been committed. I am innocent – for once – so can you please set me free, because I have become uncomfortable in my own space…

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