Victorian Child

The Stalker

She Follows me,
In my dreams,
In my home,
In my personal zone.
She Creeps in,
On the Dark days,
Even the Happy Times.
She knows things,
I have never told a soul,
She claims untruthfulness.
She harms me mentally,
She scares me Physically,
Why wont she let me move on,
From the harm she would do.

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