The best thing we could do, was to let her be.
She wanted no one's touch. Loathed your breath.
-I wanted to be her. She never got hurt.
One day I'll find her, and we'll build what we dreamed of as children..
And maybe we could go back and live those happier days. Where crying was innocent and not provoked.
Where we could fall, and never wonder if we would be caught.
Because without a doubt, there would be someone.
But that's when I find her.
And we all know she does not want to be found.~
[ By the way, this is like my first painting.
It's still not finished. I'm planning to add more color,
something I don't usually do. ]
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