You held a knife to my throat, but you didn't realise that I was not afraid because to tell you the truth, I'm no longer scared of dying. In dying I might be freed, so without realising it you would have done me a favor killing me.
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You held a knife
You held a knife to my throat, but you didn't realise that I was not afraid because to tell you the truth, I'm no longer scared of dying. In dying I might be freed, so without realising it you would have done me a favor killing me.