Stalker
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STALKER
Have you ever walked down the street at night and felt a intense gaze on your back? Or have you hear faded footsteps in the distance? Or do you see a dark shadow standing across the street from your own school? Well I have, My name is Sky Diamonds I have been stalked ever since I left Middle School now I am an adult and still being stalked by who I am not sure but it is driving me mad. This is my story from beginning up till now.....
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