A friend once told me in order to fix my broken heart, I had to do it myself. I shouldn't rely on someone to come along and put it back together.
I don't know how to tell her that I can't fix something that I no longer have. I can't tell her that when you left you took more than your belongings.
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Stories That Never Get Told
General FictionThese are the stories of the things that have been, could have been, and should have been. They needed their voices to be heard, and I'm doing the best I can to give them that.
