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I feel PARANOID

I smile but my eyes are deep

I dont like public places

Sometimes I wonder how they will shoot me

Or will I run and only get hit

Do they know where I live?

What are they waiting

Why dont I see them

They told me the world is small

I have seen them work

I know the consequence

I walk with death  they too

If I see them they will point at me 

I hope im fast to point back