Harsh words could easily break me. They could. But they won't. The brute force of criticism is always hard on me at first. I wallow in it for a couple hours, letting it sink in, swish around in a glass half empty. I allow myself the moment to feel sorry for myself. I toss, I turn, I think. And then, I change my mind. I get up, caffeinate, and do it all over again. I won't be discouraged.
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