Hard to accept the fact that I was broken after all. And yet, a relief, in that truth. I had options, right? I could accept the shattered bits and pieces, claim them, be jagged edged from now on with no apologies.

Or, if I found a way to glue myself back into some semblance of a person I recognized, maybe I could be fixed, now that I knew.

The first one, honestly, had the most appeal because the second? So. Much. Work. And I was tired, yo.

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