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Apr 2021
I feel like the shattered glass in my hair
A million little pieces wondering nowhere
Before just a fracture
Waiting in complete despair
Is now a mess
Once no one dared to care
Now they surround with fear
Trying not to step on the glass that is everywhere
Do my haunted eyes tell them
How it is I feel?
Or do they compare me to before?
Before the mess
Before the haunted eyes
Do they see me through shattered glass?

-J.R
I was in a car accident. A drunk driver hit my car and all I could feel was the shattered glass in my hair. It amazed me how people started seeing me differently. I'm still haunted by the memories of it all. But I know I'm going to be okay. I'm grateful to God that I did not suffer any severe injuries :)
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