You’re looking over your shoulder, thinking someone’s watching.
You’re checking the doors are locked, spooked by a noise.
You’re running through the woods, convinced you’re being followed.
You’re being stalked. And they won’t stop until you’re theirs.
You’re checking the doors are locked, spooked by a noise.
You’re running through the woods, convinced you’re being followed.
You’re being stalked. And they won’t stop until you’re theirs.
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