Hypersensitive
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As I sit in my chair, typing away at my computer, I feel eyes, watching me. Not bad eyes. No harm is intended, I can tell. But someone, perhaps more than one person, watches me.
You know that feeling. When you're sitting there and you're not doing anything. And you start to zone out, but when you come back everything is all over the place and suddenly in your faceAnd your breathing gets loud
