Dear Innocence Corrupted
"He had me with his little child's eyes. As who knows, the eyes of a thug... He had me whenever he wanted, but you know, don't forget. You, you're a man. And I... I'm just a girl. Or, who knows... Still just be your wife."
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Amye Urie. Prazer em conhecê-los :) Sou pisciana, louca por Rock/Post-Hc/Metal sinfônico e um pouquinho de Pop :) Moro em...
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