Strangling dreams of those pasts again.

Those cold pasts, mixed with shadows, blood, vomit, and broken limbs.

He dreamed that he hanged that man again, dreamed that he screamed with blood on his face in the boxing ring, dreamed that he used jujitsu to wring the fool who provoked him until his whole body was shattered.

He dreamed of the handmade luxurious cake that he wanted to eat that day but failed.

It was his birthday, the anniversary of his mother's death.

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