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Yesterday, I had this idea of smashing a plate every time I get my heart broken, and slowly glue the pieces together as I feel better. And then smash it again when the heart breaks again. And see how long the plate lasts, and how that corresponds to my level of cynicism. Sigh. I hope you feel better, darling.
I think by now, my plate would be in so many tiny shards, it would be impossible to put back together again.
i guess you'll have to melt the glass and make a new platekeep your head up!
whats goin on mama