I had a dream last night.
I was dying. Someone was choking me, but I wasn't fighting for some reason. I kinda just sat there, encouraging the person to kill me, so they could change. I don't know why, but when their hand ripped through my throat, it didn't hurt. But I pretended I was dead, so they would feel as though they accomplished something.
I was scared they wouldn't kill me. But I didn't die.
I was still alive.
That's what scared me.
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