I was scared. Scared that I was in love because you even said it. With him I didn't look happy. So I was losing sight of one love only to find another, one that made me happy and that scared me more than anything.
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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...
