he was not a simple man, but one of means hoping to make a change. life had been good but lately had become apocalyptic, ominous, something strange to his being. it was like he was always being watched.
someone was looking at everything he did. it made him insecure. where could he go to be free for even a single moment? where could he go to simply be himself? everything, every place felt exposed. he would never be a simple man again. never enjoy the sanctity of solitude. it was like everyone knew him more than he knew himself.
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