Shard

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Walking on each glass shard,
Brings pain with every yard,
Trying to go far,
But stuck like it's tar,
Trying to find a way,
But the sun may not rise another day,
The end coming near,
Chasing motivation but not fear,
Hope is now lost,
Skin covered with frost,
Eyes opened wide,
While swallowed by the tide.

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