Staples, by Cutie In A Death Cab |
The staples of my skin are coming un - done like loose shoelaces on the playground. Flesh peels back, revealing my naked soul: bruised and scarred, sick and hungry, jealous and cold. See me now? Please don't run and leave me here alone. |
Posted: 2005-01-20 22:35:19 UTC |
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2006-01-16 04:20:29 | ~JaLeEsA lOvEs PoLkA dOtS~ |
Wow, this is very depressing...deep...I like it! |
2007-10-17 08:18:55 | xxSoulsxxLiexx |
This is soo good-its soo hard hitting too i love it |