The messages from my past stare me in the eyes, waiting for that moment I make another mistake so that they may pull me six feet under the cold hard ground, in a hole that I have already dug for myself.
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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...
