But my wounds are still bleeding .

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 I was running in the darkness madly

I want to escape 

I want to touch the light

I saw a glimpse of light 

It was a suffocated cottage filled with snakes

I tried to get into that and managed to stay alive in that crowd of deadly snakes in a lighted suffocated cottage

I survived 

But my wounds are still bleeding

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