by Maria Crisafulli

leave me behind. Each time im here waiting, wishing, always trying to dig a little deeper and grasp a little harder.

My hands remember yours! what would my life be like if you hadn't knocked on my door?

I was reluctant to open up, to let my guard down. Someday I will see that it was the best
and biggest mistake I have ever made.

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Mar 11, 2012
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