“I am not a problem to be fixed. You keep bringing me tape and glue and bone marrow, hoping that I will learn to heal, that I will learn to love. I am not a glass that needs to be filled. You keep pouring everything into me, confused as to why I am still empty. This emptiness is filling. This brokenness is healing. I am not a fucking project, and dammit, I don’t need you to make me whole.”

Amanda Helm - Stop Trying to Fix Me (via amandaspoetry)

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