A wise man once told me,
“The bigger the trauma,
the bigger the gift.”
Then he took me down and started punching me:
“You are supposed to be thanking me."
Blood came out of my nose.
"I’m giving you such a great gift."
The light was bright and distorted by the dark objects coming at me. I felt internal bleeding, alongside gratitude in my chest.
"Your life is going to be so great after this.”
Numb, my body went to sleep.
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