It's been a year gone by now, you'd think he would go away. But he still sneaks around my life, like a hunter stalking his prey.
There is always a little something, that he has left silently behind.
Something that the average person, would fail to see or find.
A shiny bullet droped by my door, when I no longer own a gun.
Handprints outside the window glass, now revealed by the shining sun. I've tried every way and person I know, to help rid me of this man.
It seems he must do more harm to me, to give me the help that they can.
But the life I live without a dream, is becoming much harder to bare.
This man that plays these games with my life, is the man of my nightmare.
Originally written 5 years ago
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