Calling for your help, like a damsel in distress. I called and you ran, like my knight in shining armor. You stayed with me the rest of the night and the nights following. You made me feel safe, until it was over.
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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...
