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I do not know how to be anything but broken.

I do not know how to love without tearing my heart open in the process.

I do not know how to help without burning myself out in the process.

I do not know how to live as a whole.

Thank God that there is beauty in shattered hearts.

Thank God that there is beauty in the flames of self-sacrifice.

Thank God that we can find beauty in the shards of who we are.

Thank God that our lives do not have to be “put together” to be meaningful.

- J

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