Red and blue lights were blinking all around.

  There, in the middle of the road, a man was laying there in a pool of his own blood.

  -Is this it?

  There were multiple voices. They were all unfamiliar. He knew that they were talking to him, but all of them were illegible.

  -Am I going to die?

  There he was, in his own pool of blood, looking back on his life. His life wasn’t anything exciting. It was barely anything. He moved out of his parents as soon as he could, he got an office job he doesn’t enjoy. His life was just on repeat and he was tired of it.

  His life wasn’t exciting but,

  -Maybe this is better.

  His consciousness was fading. The voices were getting quieter. His vision was getting cloudy. He was -crying?

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  He was ready. Everything went black. The voices in the background were now gone.

  It was now silent.

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  H?e?l?l?o? ?h?u?m?a?n?

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  Huh?

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  What?

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  He didn’t know what was happening. Am I dreaming?

  He wasn’t sure. This was probably all bs. His mind was probably playing tricks on him…. But,...

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  I wish...

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  To live