“But, in
the end, I whispered, it becomes okay”...
I’d close my eyes and taken a deep breath before I continued…
That’s what I love about us humans. We fall, we break and sometimes our pieces are shattered across the room in a dangerous way. We cry we gasp and we think we won’t survive but we do. We get up, brush ourselves off, try to collect and fix our broken pieces. I sear, that’s what I love about us humans. We possess the ability to carry on, with or without the missing pieces”
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