Inked In Blood. Sometimes We Are Beautiful. Altars. Εμποτισμένα In Blood. Μερικές φορές είμαστε όμορφοι. Βωμοί.
... I stand here now, swearing that I don't need you. I hope you can't see through me. Transparency is the clincher. I'm made of one-way glass, (I) wish
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