Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
Broken machines don’t give prizes. Broken people don’t give love.
It can be anything that breaks our spirit, rocks our worlds, or rattles our foundations.
The things I don’t talk about greatly outnumber the things I do.
So far in the rear view mirror, they don’t even appear closer than they are.
I keep picturing Kindergarten Cop only Arnold is screaming, “It’s not the virus!”
Others may cut your down, but that doesn’t mean you can’t put yourself back together and grow. I did.
What hurt the most was that I had accepted them.
It’s a path I never expected to travel, but am glad I had the courage to walk it.
There was no way I was having a heart attack. Right? I didn’t have heart attacks. Other people did.
Some loved ones are gone because they’re in a better place now. Others are gone because I am.
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