Dear Xavier

Dear Xavier

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A poem about a stalker who reveals their thoughts and feelings towards me. The stalker by the name of Paris seems to watch my every moment, knowing what is mine, and having strong hope in there being an us. This story was inspired by Eminem's song "Stan" in which a fan loved eminem and soon became upset with Eminem "ignoring" his letters. Stan admired Eminem so much to the point that he killed himself as well as his girlfriend after Eminem didn't respond to his last letter. Eminem soon responded to his letters, but in the midst of responding to Stan's letter, he realized that Stan killed himself as it was shown on the news. Paris is more so the thought of someone liking me to an ultimate extent then towards the end, it shocks the audience at the end. It falls under a category of suspense because in each letter, there was a new event that happened with Paris trying to connect with me. This was originally a poem that I wrote in tenth grade to let my teacher read over the summer; she enjoyed it therefore I decided to place it on wattpad. I hope everyone who reads my work enjoys it.
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He's obsessed, insane even. He has to know her, watch her, touch her. She's his, and nothing will stop him. But she's smarter than he thinks.. ••• "You call me if he bothers you ever again, yeah?" "It's really nothing I-" he cuts me off "You'll call me." He says firmer "okay?" "Okay" I say softly, looking up at him. He's so fucking close to me. We just stand there for a moment and I'm having trouble remembering how to breathe. He leans closer, gently tilting my head up so that my eyes stay on him. "Good girl"

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