Charis Vera's
Pencil sketchings and lip crashings
Sunday, July 27, 2008
It was what I wanted,
right then, more than anything else in the world.
I held it so tight it became a part of me, cutting into skin- almost like it was holding me too.
Letting go is the hardest part.
And it isn't always about someone else.
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