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Kintsugi

She had been living life cracked, unable to hold joy as it leaked out through the slivers in her heart. 
It hadn't struck her before this moment - that she was unable to hold all of the joy in her life. She hadn't realized her heart was a sieve, letting much of the happiness of her days slip through. 

 Her heart was broken, perhaps more deeply and completely than she had imagined. Yes, it hurt nearly incessantly these days, but she had managed to keep going with a heart that was more breaks than body. Somehow, she was still alive and breathing.

 But she was in desperate need of repair - intentional, thoughtful, meaningful repair. For once, she needed to feel treasured not in spite of her breaks and flaws - but because of them. 

 While she longed to be loved as she was and where she was, it was not the time for that. It was the time for repair, recovery, and resolution. 

 It was time to illuminate her cracks, embrace her imperfections, and tell anyone who didn't like them to fuck off. 

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