Well yea, i kinda said that i liked dieing in my dreams ... and that is sorta like saying i enjoy inflicting pain to myself (this is what mashochism is about, causing pain to yourself).
Yes, like a little china doll fallen off a blossoming apple tree in a light breeze on a sunday afternoon in June onto the hard ground where a child has sat reading a small poety book wrapped in silk just the other day.
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