The broken shards of glass.
Who do you see?
Do not follow the footsteps
Of his inner suffering.
You have felt first hand the agony it causes.
You know the hopeless place it can lead.
Your life is a gift, and wisdom would imply,
That you walk a path less harmful.
You can reflect his heart's goodness,
Remember his laughter and smile,
But not repeat the wasted years...
Not cause as many tears.
The destructive pattern starts with solitude,
Self loathing.
And your walking full steam ahead into the darkness
Purposefully hiding from the light.
Please. Stop.
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