The Death of Me
He said, way too exhausted, "Why didn't you?"
I shook my head with a small smile, "I told you, I don't run away."
"Then why you're not fighting me back?"
I shook it again, "I would never fight you."
His throat bobbed, "Then you will die."
I sighed, "I am not scared of death," I took a few steps forward, "Believe me, this life hurts hell a lot more."
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