Through the Glass by atreyu Aug 29, 2010
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2 commentsAbout 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. --- Crits would be loved. ;o; Tags: BISCOTTI, no GA, Stone Sour |