I hear you chasing me, stalking me.
You follow me, your two steps behind me.
Following on the path which I have cleared.
Your life isn't yours. It's my life smeared.
12/23/2002
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| "My Life Smeared" I hear you chasing me, stalking me. You follow me, your two steps behind me. Following on the path which I have cleared. Your life isn't yours. It's my life smeared. 12/23/2002 |
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| ***This poem is about anyone who is an originallity theif.*** | |||||||