The narrator thought it would be a good day but was naive, as they never truly knew who someone important in their life was. They question what drives people, such as drugs, life and death, and parents, wondering specifically about their own parents and what drove them. The narrator's day came to an end, with grey skies and their hands tightening as they walked on sharp blades that crunched under their feet, until everything ended, leaving the truth about their life still untouched.

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I thought it was going to be a good day. How naïve was I? I never really knew
who he was? My whole life: unknown to me. Maybe I’m better off this way?
Maybe the truth is best left untouched.
What drives people? Drugs? Life and Death? parents? [break] My parents? Who
were they? What drove them? [break] How can someone end a life so quick?
My day was here. My time was up. Grey skies. Cold, cracked hands tightening
with every step. Sharp blades under my feet, crunching …… and then it all ended.
I thought it was going to be a good day.
The truth is best left untouched.