I fell.

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I fell deep.

It left me with bruises and some broken bones.

I was hesitant to stand. And I doubt I could walk well after the fall.

Those times were hard.

I don't want to face anyone.
I don't want to do anything.
I don't want anyone to feel pity for me.
I don't want to feel pathetic.

During those times I isolated myself from the rest of the world, a cane presented itself.

It was a beautiful crane... NOT.

It was actually ugly.
It doesn't suit my taste.
It is old.
It belongs to somebody else.
And I don't want use it.

I don't want to use such thing.
And I don't really need it at that.

But it is still there.. just waiting for me to use it.

I ignored it.
Well..
I tried to ignore it.
But I just can't.

Somehow, there's something about its presence.

Even if it knows that I don't want to use it, it's still there.. reminding me that I am not alone.That there is always something that would help me to stand up again.

When I held it for the first time, it's as if its telling me to try to stand up... that it is about time for me to forget the fall.

There may be scars left. But I should not stop living.

Life must go on.

Even with broken bones, I somehow managed to stand with the help of the crane.

And yes.. I was finally able to make a few steps forward.

The ugly old crane was not that bad at all. In fact, I love using it.
Thanks to it I was able to move on with my life.

Days passed and I was able to walk well again.. with the use of the crane.

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I was slowly feeling fine.

My wounds were healed.
No more bruises.
No more broken bones.

But that would also mean, no more crane.

I have to stand up with my own legs.

Yes.

It is also about time to stop being dependent.

Life must go on.

Stand up.

* this I found on my drafts. XD