There was a time when I use to feel everything. Almost as if my senses ad my emotions were magnified. I was just a kid. Now I feel nothing. Sometimes if I smell a fragrance from a memory, the feeling returns for a fraction of a second and then it's gone. I miss that I use to feel everything, and I hate that now I feel nothing.
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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...
