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         Do not tell me I am beautiful. I'm not beautiful. I am a piece of glass that has been shattered over and over again. I don't want to be beautiful. Tell me i'm complete. Tell me that I'm still clear, that I can still be good. Tell me that I make sense, and that I am real. Tell me that despite my brokenness, I am enough. do not tell me I am beautiful.  


excerpts from the book i'll never write
s.r.

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