It’s the patterns that terrify me.
The worn-out footsteps,
Deeply ingrained in the
Dirt,
Somehow continually trampled
Upon,
Fitting into my own shoes
Time and time again.
It’s the patterns that terrify me.
The worn-out footsteps,
Deeply ingrained in the
Dirt,
Somehow continually trampled
Upon,
Fitting into my own shoes
Time and time again.