Who knew I had to be broken to find myself.

Who knew that I need to be broken to find you.

Who knew that broken would be the end of something.

Who knew that broken would be the beginning of you.

Who knew that broken can be a mess.

Who knew that broken can be beautiful.

Who knew broken would be where we would meet.

Let’s blend our broken pieces and build us from here.

-Note To Self

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