I always go with the flow,
Following!
Following!!
Stalking!!!
Taking notes of the leaders rules but,... Never giving in to
Follow!!!
can't!!
won't!
Follow because its not.
I know its not me.
Sometimes I just sit and look out of the window of the car that takes me to my cliff side and I wonder what it is like to drift, to drift into my own lane instead of pretending.
I know falling out comes with a price, and I also know it comes with more but, I'm not ready.
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MELANCHOLIA
PoetryEvery days the same, every sights the same. Nothing ever changes, I don't even know if I like change.
