We’re born into this world to have our hearts broken, to have them split in two...spilling out onto the page, onto the canvas, onto the screen, trying to make sense of the world with ink and paint and pixels and words. You want to be loved for who you are but you want love to transform you...to wash everything away and make you clean. You jump without looking, afraid of what you might see. Let your broken heart be your guide.

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