They say they give you seven years, For everytime you break a mirror. But everytime I make mine break, I wasn’t hurting the mirror, I was killing the fake. And using the shards of glass to make Another statistical death. But my reflection won’t go away. And I’m left with another seven years, Time goes… Continue reading Seven Years
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Just
I would die a million deaths Just to hear your soft breath I would walk a thousand miles Just to see your beautiful smile