Repeat(rachel) Every night, I have the same dream, and it starts like this; I am in a meadow with all the things I love. Then death comes and takes it all away. He makes me watch as everything I ever loved is burned. Next, he starts to consume me. The meadow grows dark, and deaths' greedy fingers grasp me tighter and tighter, so that I have no strength left. Another hand reaches out, grabs me, and pulls me out of deaths' grip. This person stands up and fights death. No matter how many times he is knocked down or injured, he stands back up. The persons' voice resounds in my head.

“Never give away what you love.” And then, I go back to the meadow, with all the things that I love.

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