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“But, in the end”, I whispered, “it becomes okay.”

“But, in the end”, I whispered, “it becomes okay.” I’d closed my eyes and taken a deep breath before I continued.
“That’s what I love about us humans. We fall, we break and sometimes our pieces are scattered across the room in a dangerous way. We cry, we gasp and we think we won’t survive but we do. We get up, brush ourselves off; try to collect and fix our broken pieces. I swear that’s what I love about us humans. We possess the ability to carry on, with or without, the missing pieces.”

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– memoirsofbilal

 

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