The glass shattered Pieces every .
He told me to Be careful where I step or ill hurt myself .
Silly me I was walking barefoot and cut myself deep .
The pain was more In the inner me.
Pain changes people so there was a reflection of a different me .
Weak yet aggressive .
I reach to put gloves on my hand to remove the glass but I was unprogressive .
It hurts bad . They say I'll be fine just get first aid and call it a day . But they don't feel my pain so that's easy to say .
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