Had I kept my shoes on and walked boldly,
this distance between us would have seemed small.
But I didn't.
I took them off so I wouldn't sully the path you set before me.
So I could tiptoe and zig-zag my way through without hurting myself, not realizing
that I was delaying my journey to you in the process.
Well, I slipped up, and now I'm bleeding.
Walking on eggshells that cut through me like glass.
There is no sense in treading lightly, anymore.
The path is now marked by my blood.
I realize now that you walked the path, so I could walk where you did.
My goal now is to walk where the path is clear.
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