dedicated to my friendly neighborhood stalker
one of my most
valued possessions
is my PRIVACY
it is a treasure
a priceless
commodity.
but
for every treasure
comes a THIEF
with a glint in his (or her)
greedy little eye.
every valued
possession
has itz
swindler
its extortionist
its robber
who smiles at you sweetly
while they
strip away
your hard-earned
possessions.
even kicking you while you are down.
ripping your last and only shirt
clean off your back.
they could get their own
but no, they'd rather
have yours.
a robber takes money
from strangers.
a much more nefarious
creature
knowingly
takes the last thing of value
from her so-called friend.
her manipulations
make her
a kleptomaniac
of sorts
i look at her
and see a thief.
i've lost respect.
i hope it was worth it to her
becuz as of this moment
there is something of far greater value
that will never be hers
my trust.
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ever encounter someone you think would make a great jahobawitness cuz they just know how to show ZERO respect for other peoples boundaries, spiritually, emotionally, psychologically?
i mean really. even witnesses have a "do not call" clause. for christ's sake.
stalkers are even lower than dubs on my food chain.
Edited by - DoNotCall on 10 October 2002 10:44:54