Sometimes it feels like I’m being watched
By malevolent eyes in in some way.
Then I take off my shirt and pop pimples
And the feeling usually goes away.
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Tagged as 1984, Body Image, Gross, Humor, Paranoia, Poetry, Postaday, Short, Surveillance, Travesty
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