Apr 2016
I want to be the next toy that you break
The one you toss around at your own will
The thing that you reduce to complete ache
Or the one that you freeze to a stand still.
I want to be yours.
The one you toss around at your own will
The thing that you reduce to complete ache
Or the one that you freeze to a stand still.
I want to be yours.
Written by
Star Gazer
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