I'm not scared of death; truth be told I yearn for it. I'm just scared of the pain that might result in death.
I don't want to be sputtering blood out of my mouth because someone slit my throat. I don't want my neck to burn with pain from the rope. I don't want to suffocate because my lungs stopped working. I don't want to spend my last minutes scared and screaming.
I want that nice, peaceful, died in their sleep death. But there's pain in that too.
So maybe I just want to be immortal.
Or just completely cease to exist.
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