She loved the stars. Their beauty shining so many bright. She could create dreams that she had never thought of before. But she could not touch the stars as much as she wanted too, the stars didn't understand her. Not like the rain, who even though was sometimes dark and violent, sometimes scary, it made her feel more than she ever could talking to the stars. But the rain only lasted so long, and the stars? They reappeared over and over again hidden by the clouds, the sun, never leaving.
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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...
