Sometimes I forget how fragile I am. How thin that sheet of glass is. Sometimes I think I can stand far back enough to see through that glass and go about my day. And sometimes I fear I might touch it. Regardless, all I need do is glance in its direction and the glass shatters, pouring its watery contents over me. I drown in sorrow. 

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