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Injury,

I have been tortured by the wound on my belly for more than seven years. After the night comes and puts down the exhaustion and busyness of the day, the pain of itching and pain begins to torture me. For seven years, it seems that I have gradually got used to touching it in the middle of the night. In the daytime, people forget its existence because they are busy and full, just like some people who stand in the sun with a smile mask and start crying alone when they calm down alone. I remember where I saw such a sentence: my smile does not mean my happiness! In fact, I don’t like this sentence, but it spreads in every corner of the world. Seven years later, after giving birth to a child, I don’t know whether it is because of poor nursing or medical skills? That wound is much thicker than that of ordinary people, and it always makes me feel itchy every night. Until some blood flowed out from the scratched skin, it no longer felt itchy but began to feel faint pain. Seven years, in this way, the cycle went round and round, breaking layer after layer of skin and forming layer after layer of scab! Although I have suffered enough from such torture, I can’t get rid of those devil hands. I was thinking, is there something in the world like this? Some injuries we didn’t want to touch, but we couldn’t help ourselves. Our actions couldn’t control our thoughts, but our thoughts could easily control our actions! Those wounds, scars, and the past that you don’t want to know. If we don’t touch it, it doesn’t mean it no longer exists. When the night comes, when the loneliness is staged, when the loneliness is at any time, everything will pour out! Just like my wound, I don’t want to suffer much, but it makes me feel so itchy that I can’t help revealing the scar that has already been scabbed, and I feel painful again! I wonder if the disease will eventually collapse and die if it will continue to circulate? Are those who have experienced deep pain suffering as well as my wounds??

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