These feet were not made to walk on glass..
So forgive me if I shatter your expectations..
Midnight will reveal my true form...
And beneath all that which I have been adorned,
I am the worst thing to happen to existence...
I am human.
Aug 30, 2017
Aug 30, 2017 at 7:56 PM UTC
These feet were not made to walk on glass..
So forgive me if I shatter your expectations..
Midnight will reveal my true form...
And beneath all that which I have been adorned,
I am the worst thing to happen to existence...
I am human.
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