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Undestroy You.

Yes, two years ago I was broken. 

And everything I touched, I broke along with me. 

Friendships, partnerships, precious vases.

Today I can tell you there are people who have taught me how to be whole. 

To feel whole. To make things whole.

Take pieces and put them where they belong.

Just enough force to keep pressure, not enough to break it all over again.

I still break things. I still make mistakes. 

But these people are holding my hands nonetheless. 

Bringing them together to create.

Not destroy.

People don't usually begin broken. It takes moments to break them.

and by moments, I don't mean seconds or minutes. 

I mean pieces in time. 

World-altering pieces in time. 

And of time. 

Eventually, you reach a threshold of 'broken.' 

Eventually, you can't break anymore, no matter how hard they hit you with their hammers. 

But what we seem to forget while we're broken is that sometimes that's what it takes to mend. 

Sometimes you have to break to mend. 

Like a bone.

It may hurt so much, you may have so many pieces to keep track of. 

You may even run out of glue and tape and staples before you make it whole again. 

But that's where your army comes into play. 

With an army of staplers, tape dispensers, and glue bottles...you'll make it whole again someday. 

They will help to undestroy you.