Wherever she went, she never stopped searching. Searching for the stars and their constellations. She knew she shouldn't have because they were hard to see and never would be as bright as they were back home.
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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...
