chalyss: Scraps Cogsworthy
chalyss: These prove I am not human...
chalyss: Scraps
chalyss: What was his name?
chalyss: Am I real?
chalyss: These are not my hands
chalyss: What am I?
chalyss: Scraps
chalyss: Scraps
chalyss: Sweet face
chalyss: Scraps
chalyss: Scraps
chalyss: Cold hands, warm heart
chalyss: Scraps and pieces
chalyss: It's hard to live in someone else's skin
chalyss: 'Dad' was a jerk
chalyss: Pretty face, pretty heart, pained mind
chalyss: If I cover myself, no one can tell
chalyss: Scraps and skin
chalyss: Eclipse of the heart
chalyss: Turmoil- living with dead skin