I own a weapon, didn't you know that? It's sharp and dented, and I carry it around. It's actually a piece of broken glass, a piece of something that broke... long ago. Most of the times I forget that it's there, and I usually end up hurting myself. Just some scratches, nothing severe: they bleed a little bit and I drop some tears. Once I've put some alcohol on the injuries I'm ready to go again.
Sometimes I meet other armed people. They walk around with their pieces of broken glass, unaware of the fact that they will eventually damage someone if they aren't careful. It has happened to most of us: you are happily walking down your way when suddenly you crash into somebody and you end up taking painkillers or even at the emergency room with some friend holding your hand. Most of the time the aggressors are not conscious of what has happened; they are often in a rush and leave without leaving a phone number. And they keep on bumping into other people, leaving traces of blood behind them.
Sometimes you meet someone whose weapon is right there pointing at you. You know how it is going to end, but still decide to get closer to him, thinking that at some point he will trust you and drop his piece of glass, but just when you are emotionally naked in front of him, he decides to stab you and run away.
How can you prevent this happening again and again? Well you can't. Unless you decide not to leave your house there is a chance you'll get injured every now and then.
My piece of glass is well hidden, not only because I don't want to hurt anyone, but also because I don't want to lose it. It will come in handy when I decide to tear the strings that keep me from moving on.
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