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I can't leave you alone
And I can't stop dreaming.
Not on purpose, I'm your paranoia.
Don't even know how that could happen.

... and I was afraid to go back, I was horrified by the thought of waking up in the morning and the whole day will be forced to do anything, and at night from the hidden corners back out into demons, and I'll beat my head against the lid of the piano, which constantly reminds me of my impotence.

To be loyal to friends or to be loyal to friends
Paranoia whispers, "you can't Trust them."

I run to live,
Cheers and all around paranoia.

Just because you're paranoid,
Don't mean they're not after you.
The fact that you're paranoid
Doesn't mean they're not after you.

If you're paranoid, it doesn't mean you don't hunt.

Neuroses are caricatures of the great social products of art, religion and philosophy. Hysteria is a caricature of a work of art, the obsessional neurosis a caricature of religion, paranoid delusion - grotesque distortion of a philosophical system.

Paranoia is a heightened sense of reality.

Enemies everywhere - it paranoid to say.

I know that I fucked a paranoid neurotic. And I built a career out of it - Hooray the hell.

Weak spot you one thing - excessive suspiciousness. See the threat where it had never been. Incidentally, this is very dangerous: invented things can occur in Reality, and to be worse than seen.

War is war, you know: better to be a live paranoid than a dead man who was waiting from life only pleasant surprises... in short, I don't like surprises. But they love me.

The world cultivates paranoia and selfishness. Instead of flourish beautiful flower, we just want strongly to end it.

All this writing has become my pastime has lost the taste of the liveliness and emotion. Now I'm scared to show. Only some records have real emotions and feelings. All hidden inside. Every time I want to stop all this, but I'm holding something here. I was used to. Used to spend so my free time - just sit and look at the monitor, to monitor the records. I clung to his arms for this piece of my past and present to avoid losing something. Now I'm particularly afraid to ruin everything and lose like never before. Afraid to hide who you really are, losing memory of the past, memories. I became paranoid.