He looked at me, with my face in his hands. "Breathe." And so I did. I took a deep breath and I felt as though I had never had trouble breathing before. He was my fresh air, the cure to my disease. And all he said was breathe.
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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...
