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 I here them they see me 

Frightened that its real and not in my mind 

Real eyes real noise real fear really spying 

Who will believe me if I don't confront what is probably the wind

Can't move tarror freezing my body 

Noise still there but loader  tapping on my window 

Loader breathing breaths I feel it fogging my window

Eyes now staring into my personal thoughts and soul

Sun Cummings up no sleep again for me

So glad to see light , so embraced of my fright

Who or what is watching me I don't know for sure

But i can't help the feeling that 

I'm still being stared at from afar