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 "You were broken shards of glass and it was way too dangerous to go on and walk over the glass and fix you; but then I realize you didn't want to be saved. You told me we couldn't work and that you needed to heal on your own. Now everyday I'm seeing you putting your pieces back together, but with somebody new. I wish I met you around the time she did."

Excerpt from a book I will never write #7

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