Three years gone by,
I can no longer recall how it was.. to feel.
My position is permanent;
I shall remain the observer,
The glass cannot be broken.
I can no longer recall how it was.. to feel.
My position is permanent;
I shall remain the observer,
The glass cannot be broken.
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TheMirrored
12 March 2010 - 10:07 PM
God, i love your writing <3
.BRENTOS.
13 March 2010 - 03:35 PM
hey i need some help,
im new on here and idk wtf im doin
how do i get a picture on here?
im new on here and idk wtf im doin
how do i get a picture on here?
Pugzillas
16 March 2010 - 07:38 PM
pretty. i would say something else, but i forgot what i was gonna say, i was gonna say something like: a trapped mind with words of a poet, but that doesn't turn out the way i want it to sound.
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