From the sharp edges of trauma, that I held.



All of my life, I bled.

From the sharp edges of trauma,

that I held.



A short story:
A snake entered a Carpentry Shop, and as it crawled to the corner, it went through a saw and hurt itself a little bit. At that time, the snake turned and bit the saw, and biting the saw, the snake hurt itself badly in the mouth. Then, not understanding what was happening, and thinking that the saw was attacking him, the snake decided to coil itself around the saw as if wanting to suffocate it with its whole body and strength. It was so, unfortunately that the snake ended up losing its life and being killed by the saw.
BE CAREFUL, YOU MIGHT BE FIGHTING WHO IS NOT FIGHTING YOU.













 

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