I once found a vase that held my reflection
It seemed to be whole upon first inspection
But a million pieces of glass were etched in it
Ready to fall apart any minute
I kept it on a shelf up out of harm's way
Filled it with beautiful things to display
That vase held strong, although it looked battered
But I no longer have it; it eventually shattered
These words hold so much wisdom that you have learned so early in life....you are the one that inspires me. :-)
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