We’re not broken just bent and we can learn to love again

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“When I look at you, I’ll dream of some place improbable. I’ll look at the spaces between my hands and realize they were only hoping for me to realize that what I thought lived, breathed and existed-never did. It died as I hoped it would be in-in it’s purest form.”

 

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