Lost. That's how she felt in that moment and her mind went to the stars but when she looked out the window none appeared. Hidden behind clouds. The sky almost too bright for them to show.
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The Art of Mending A Broken Heart
ContoI 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...
