Cookies with no milk
- LECTURES 313
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- Chapitres 7
En cours d'écriture14m
Dernière publication lun., janv. 19, 2015
Have you seen your mirror?
smile as you cry
Reflect your friends
and reflect yourselves
when your alone at night
Have you thought that
that monster will make you smile
make you twisted
make you kill
and make you love a lie
no you won't
no you can't
and it won't stop
it won't shant
even if you die
it will reflect
and would love to see
your face of regret
You can never run
but you can hide
in your death place of choice
once you disobey it's words
you'll never understand
but it will
and it will find you
and you?
you should find a better hiding place
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