The FAllower
Looking at a person from behind.
i fallow her footprints,
my head hung low.
i notice they are bigger then mine.
Wanting attion from the stranger
i yell at the top of my lungs,
but recive no answer.
i look back down.
Haveing the desire to know who she is.
i ask, no answer, i demand.
the person looks back at me
my face goes snow wight
The person im fallowing is me
A question caomes like a bullet,
all this time how can it be
that the person i was fallowing was me















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