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My Friendly Stalker

He was one of my best friends.
We hung out all the time.
He's been in my house.
He ripped my group apart.

He pulled me away from all my friends.
He followed me around like a whimpering puppy.
He called me every day.
He is such a stalker.

I swear I just saw him in my bushes.
I swear he just looked at me.
I swear he is stalking me.
Am I going to have to beat him up?

He calls me and breathes deeply in the phone...
Creepy.
He prank calls my phone every other day...
Moron.

I'm not the least bit afraid...
Confident.
I'm already ten times stronger than him...
Smart.

And now he's backed off.
He calls every four months to catch up.
He left the school.
Goodbye, my friendly stalker.




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