She would recite the poem in her head. "Star light. Star bright. First star I see tonight. I wish I may, I wish I might. May I have this wish tonight?" And her wish was one that she knew would be hard to grant. A wish such as that. But she wished it anyway. In hopes that no matter how impossible it seemed, there was still a chance.
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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...
