A Reoccurring Nightmare

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I look over and see that a knife has apeared on the table beside me. I grasp it in my hand and unsteadily press the sharp blade against his neck. Before I know it the blade is being held against my wrist. I'm not sure why I've placed it there but as I drag the knife my blood begins to spill and I slowly fade away.

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