Through the Glass
by atreyu
Aug 29, 2010

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2 comments


About this Style
When something like a soul becomes
Initialized and folded up like paper dolls and little notes
You cant expect a bit of hope
And while you're outside looking in
Describing what you see
Remember what you're staring at is me.

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Crits would be loved. ;o;

Tags: BISCOTTI, no GA, Stone Sour