Disasters. We're all made of them, you know. We're all pieced together by these beautiful things called disasters. We can't change this about ourselves. We can't try to make these disasters better. We can only hope to find someone, anyone, who can love us and the wonders and disasters that make us who we are. And we can only hope to love these people back, not for what we see on the outside, but for the wondrous disasters inside of them.
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So I really, really like this sorry if you hate it.
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