Stormy night

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Rain falls hard from the sky, it's loud like hail, sky turns dark, rain comes down more till it turns into flood, washes me down, gasping for air, the water continues to rise, try to stay at float, but sadly it was too late, my pale skin is all white, cannot breathe, lost my last breath, as my body goes down under the deep dark water, after the washes off, my body was nowhere to be found, I'm gone for good, but I woke up somewhere far, I thought I died, but I didn't, I lived, I had healed, I walk through the darkness night & was never seen again, could I be alive or could I be dead? Nobody knows.

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