Stalker
Stalker
He calls me
He follows me
He instant messages me
Stalker
He hits my butt
He says rude things
He doesn't leave me alone
Stalker
He stares in the hall
He passes me tons of notes
He will stop soon, or I will make him
Stalker
You better watch it
You never know who I've got
You should turn around and never talk to me again
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Jen H. | Year Posted 2009
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