Picking up the broken pieces of glass
She knew perfectly well that she wasn't wealthy
Or perfect enough to suit what she always dreamt of.
She didn't dare to reach out for help
Nor was bave enough to pursue it.
Helpless.
She ran into the woods
Just as she thought the world was crashing down on her
A flash of her dream flickered
But it was real,
it was standing right in front of her.
Her stare was hard but doubtful
She knew she could take a chance.
But she let it go
She wouldn't dare of the risk
So instead,
She ran as fast as her legs could take her
Her path blurring as tears began to fill in her eyes.
She didn't know where she was heading
But one thing's for sure...
that is of abandoning the dream.

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