I begin my journey
unaware.
In my own world
where I am safe.
Then someone catches my eye,
Someone beautiful.
She draws me closer.
Like a wasp to honey,
Moth to a flame.
Steadily I walk towards her.
The ground filled with obstacles
I gingerly step over them,
blindly....
I feel...
Unsafe...
I lose my footing.
I stumble forwards
through a barrier.
The cringing sound of shattered glass
wounds me, cuts me deep.
Falling.....
Falling....
.....Shock.
They found my body in the morning
A forlorn look on my face
Shards of glass strewn all around me
Stone-cold dead.
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