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I am broken glass,
shattered across the floor.
Broken glass,
nobody bothered to pick up,
waiting to be stepped on.
People will walk around me,
avoid the shattered pieces.
But what happens,
when I cut through your skin,
just because you didn't see me?
You start to bleed,
and it hurts.
I hurt you,
because you didn't see me.
But you will heal,
and I will not.
I am broken glass.
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