For more than two months, I can't remember how many times I've died, and I can't remember how I died.

Excessive blood loss or suffocation, or choking to death, or how many sleeping pills were taken,

I've tried almost every way to die, and I'm going to have to go through a long torture before I die.

I resisted, I fled, I begged for mercy, but to no avail, and those who repeatedly killed me seemed to be enjoying it.

The only thing I felt fortunate about was the brief peace of the three days after my death, when I was free from being tortured and killed by them, just like that short vacation.

Even, every time I wake up again, I just look forward to it

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