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Aged young, little known about myself, little did I know about the world around me, the world knew nothing of me, and I knew nothing of the world. We were ignorant and we were bliss. World spoke to me in kind gesture and smiled back at me with every shimmering sun-shining day. It seemed innocent, simply bliss. We walked hand in hand, skipped across the sidewalks day by day, till one day we came to a bridge. This new surface it seemed so weird. I touched it. It was wooden, not concrete like the life I had formerly tread. It was shaky and unstable, and soon as I stepped further, it crumbled away day by day by day. I said to world, you led me astray. You led me to broken bridge, which ruined my day. For I was stuck on one side, lagging away, waiting for my sidewalk to come again -to find a happier day. To feel its firmness once again under my feet, to sing with shimmering sun-shining day that bliss was once again blessing my beaten battered trip across bridge. Bridge was unforgiving, shaky still, didn’t let me leave. I walked back towards the sidewalk that met at bridge’s base. Bridge broke again leaving me stranded in-between two sidewalks of happiness and bliss, but bridge was unforgiving, threatening, brutal, and full of vice.