I didn't say that it's ok. I said "I know."

It's not broken. It was just laid in a room to those things who need time and will probably never used again. It is a hopeful, naiive room with lots of dreams and wishes put on racks. Some of the things end up in closets. There they are the safest. I put yours in the closet. I hope no one finds it and rips it out. Because what consequences would that have. I feared it all along, and it happened in some tiny moments. Now it'll be permanent (I hope, it's not for too long), it intensifies. If I don't let it, I can't deal with it. The big part goes numb. And it's ok. It's ok.