Ohhh… Atlast… I cracked open these shell and managed to come out after much struggle…. Poor Me. Now I understood why mom always says, ‘Life’s Another Name Is Struggle’ that I use to hear laying in my protective shell, but never thought my struggle begins with coming out of this shell all by myself.
Everything is so vast and so new around me. I don’t know anything about this place or surroundings. I am so small…How will I survive when m clueless about who is my friend and who is enemy.. Whom to trust and whom to not and WHERE IS MY MOM??
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