StalkerA Poem by Jesse PruettI feel I'm being watched.Somebody keeps peeking through my window i'm tired of it, somebody has been watching me I called the cops, they couldn't find anything every time I dress I feel like there is a bird out there I will often go outside, just to see, no one in site its like there getting to me i'll close my curtain, and even go into the bathroom to change, with that little tiny window it has I'll tell my family, they wont believe me like I'm not cute anough for a stalker that stalks me but however I still go through out my day with worries on my mind that you are watching me all the time © 2015 Jesse PruettReviews
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5 Reviews Added on September 1, 2015 Last Updated on September 1, 2015 AuthorJesse PruettIn the cat, VA, U.S. Virgin IslandsAboutI wanna tear up your insides, you know like when your in a dark tunnel and it starts squeezing you. more..Writing
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