On. Off. ★
I woke up once again. In a different room. I felt like a different person. The soft sound of pattering rain hit the windows opposite me. The rhymic sound of a machine beeping was by my side. I was breathing into a machine. I felt like a robot. Someone who could only be switched on. And off.
She is just a little girl. But she was born with a condition where she can't choose to stay alive or dead.
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