FRACTURED FAIRYTALES
PRETTY WORDS AND A PROMISE 2014
I was free, yet you caught me with pretty words then caged me with a promise. As my dreams float away, my rings keep me chained. So I sit in my cage, and salivate for freedom. Kind words, who needs them. Nothing but soul destructing lies.
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PRETTY WORDS AND A PROMISE 2014
PRETTY WORDS AND A PROMISE 2014