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“le t me tell you something: no on e is going to look at you, broken and  shat tered and think, damn, you are beautiful. no one is going to come pick up your broken pieces off the floor and assemble them into a beautiful whole. hell, you won’t even look at yourself and be like i made broken look beautiful. you know why? because all those writers lied to you. yes, all those with their poems of scraped knuckles and blood dripp ing down chins, songs and loves that ripped through you like hurricanes. liars. so you and i, we are going to make a plan. when yo ur brai n tells you to smash that mirror because of them, you are not going to romanticize that lover who doesn’t understand you but still writes about you. here is what you are going to romanticize instead: you are going to romanticize the first day of spring, its gentle breeze upon your skin, lifting you up until you are light as a feather. you are going to romanticize the warm tea shared in silence with someone who cares, no hurr...