Stalker
Is it scary when he knows everything?
Texted me at midnight and just wanted to squeal.
He exactly knew the color I was wearing.
Told me he had this so called thing, “feeling”.
He plays a game like I didn’t know.
I’m the mouse being chased by cat in a zone.
He wants me so bad and I don’t have a clue.
Chatted me hundred times is much horrible.
Don’t even know how to escape this dark ill man?
Lurking at streets is tremendously strange…
Think I’m a psycho in a suspense-thriller film.
Wish somebody saves me from this man I called…
STALKER.
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