A poem about an uninvited guest.
Crazy as it is,
I feel as if someone is following me.
Stupid as it sounds,
I think someone is after me.
I lock the door and close the windows.
Roll the blinds down.
I stand as quiet as can be.
Silence.
Footsteps behind me.
The back door!
I turn around…
It’s you.
ahh……Maxthevir you great writer m8 
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