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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