Follower

by Danielle   Apr 27, 2007


She's a follower her identity is not her own,

She doesn't know who she is. She feel so

along. No one understands her, an no one

really cares she is so used to cold

hearted stares. She wanted to be somebody

but following is her game, when she's

caught up she feels she's not the one to

blame. Maybe one day she'll find her

identity she wont have to follow.

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