M & S
In a small box sides a girl
Her friend can hear her scream
She has pain in his mind
But she can not let her friend in.
the box holding her fast
But her friend can see through it as if it were made of glass
She has large open wounds
At her friend's cheek a tear pages
They were each other's homes
However, in the box is no trapdoor
Jul 11, 2014
Jul 11, 2014 at 6:19 AM UTC
M & S
In a small box sides a girl
Her friend can hear her scream
She has pain in his mind
But she can not let her friend in.
the box holding her fast
But her friend can see through it as if it were made of glass
She has large open wounds
At her friend's cheek a tear pages
They were each other's homes
However, in the box is no trapdoor
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