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Social Media Stalker (James Leland Ludea III-Lafayette, LA)

like Eminem had Stan i've got my own fucked up fan stalking me on Facebook and it took me holding back not to attack and say fuck you you ugly shit don't like it one bit commenting all over my Instagram a sham we aren't really friends where does it end? would you like to crawl up under my skin? my patience growing thin think i'll just delete your ass and move on singing my song what's wrong with being strong and independent thought that was the only way to win it you silly ass punk commenting "hey hunk" i blow chunks when i read your posts so i raise toasts go grow a life for yourself get help i tried hard not do dis you won't miss you scribbling your words all over my pages bring on my rages you don't know me you never will sometimes our words don't wound they kill this social media shit is fucked the fuck up so schulup away my day isn't consumed by what you think of me i'm more free i realize that if you live my the compliments of others you'll be smothered when they turn and criticize you


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