



    Paranoid
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    I told my friend too much one night.
    I told him of the woman who sets my soul alive.
    I told him how she makes me feel like "living" instead of "existing".
    I told him she probably doesn't know.
    I didn't tell him to keep it quiet.

    And now I feel like I'm in 8th Grade again.

    Part of me fears that he has passed it on.
    Part of me fears that he hasn't.
    Part of me fears that she already knows.

    And the biggest part fears that she doesn't give a damn.

    Is that normal, or am I "special"?
    Divorce at 15 couldn't help.
    Parental "lifestyle change"...any better?
    But I give too much credit to others.

    The cause of who I am is me
    ...and no one else.

                               -WindRider 04/98




















SAUCE00Paranoid                           WindRider           Quad-P              199805 2Z                                    