it's like a piece of glass--its beautiful, smooth...perfect. you want it so badly but you stop yourself. you realize if you pick it up and carry it with you, it could shatter and you'll never get it back. but if you dont pick it up...you'll never be able to share that beauty with the one you need to share it with most.
i'm picking up the glass. one...four...three.
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