I learned to walk on ice. . Bruises on my palms say that I wasn’t very good. But my boyfriend didn’t want me to reach out for him while losing balance. Mean! Life is mean I guess. Or else you will never learn. He helped me up the dozen times I fell though. One day, I will be able to walk on ice, at least with less bruises.
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