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Baby


S e v e n.

That's the magic number, right?

I met you in the park, you weren't someone I knew.

I screamed.

Scared.

S e v e n t e e n.

For ten years youve haunted my mind.

I saw you today.

and I ran. I cannot speak.

I cannot imagine what youve done to other girls.

T w e n t y S e v e n.

It's my birthday.

a text from you on my phone, im crying

do i need to read it out loud?

I saw you today, you looked so.. happy. Almost beautiful.

You should stop being such a baby. It's pitiful.

Left a gift at your door.

T h i r t y S e v e n.

I died 10 years ago today.

 

They finally caught you.

I wish they would have believed me sooner,

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