Lyrics spoke when emotions would fail.
Words spoke when lyrics would fail. And when other people's words would fail, I would use my own. But now, my mind is on overdrive trying to put into words what you mean to me, what you do to me and even that is failing because my heart has taken over, and that use to fail more than any of them.
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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...
