You put me there.
Paranoid.
Sleepless nights.
The cold chill you feel blow across the back of your neck when you’re alone in a room.
Wondering if I’ll jump out of the shadows to cast you back into the fiery pit from whence you came.
Why wouldn’t you think that?
I have no money. No children. No life.
What could I possibly have to lose?
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