Charis Vera's
Pencil sketchings and lip crashings
Friday, February 10, 2012
The soles of my feet
Are all worn out,
I'm tired of fighting a fight we didn't even mean
to start. I say, it comes with.
That you're not wrong, that
It's no one's fault at all except maybe
Mine
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