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It was one thing to talk about it, but another thing entirely to let someone else see the particular places you were broken in. Especially when there was a big, physical mark on them.
We were both different kinds of broken, but maybe if we took all the pieces we had left, we could make something beautiful out of them.
Destruction was good. I remembered a doctor telling me that all the way back before my first round of chemo, when I’d been so afraid that I’d never be the same again. Destruction had ultimately been good then, and it would be now, too. The sick parts of the company had been cut out, and the rest of it could flourish again.
