Your name was like sweet candy on my lips. But the aftertaste was bitter... I wish I could wash you out of my system. But it's like you embedded yourself into my bloodstream.
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
Short StoryI don't think it's about finding myself as much as it is about remaking myself. I had been this girl for awhile, and then I started changing. Heading in a new direction blindfolded. I think it's time to take the blindfold off and create myself with...
