Stalker

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I see you. I always do. Stalking me.

Weeks. Months. Years.

I've had enough.

I wade into the river, naked, washing away my tears. You take your chance.

You took the bait.

I return home. Full. Satisfied. Never feeling safer.

 Never feeling safer

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