Omnipresent

I’ve got some scars I’m trying to hide. I’ve got past lives That haven’t died.

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Watching my steps

You were the perfect example of what not to be. Nature pulled me in your direction, but nurture gave me another way. I still look down when I walk. Dead set on not following any of your footsteps.

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