This is what it felt to be dead,
Everything that you've been through is still stuck in your head.
Like a old video of you that your daddy used to take,
You could see each and every flaw you've made, and with only a second, you could spot so many mistakes.
I never really knew how souls would always keep their memories intact,
How they would remember everything, every moment, every fact.
Up 'till now it still remains a mystery,
Even if I, myself, can do the same and remember things so perfectly.
This was what souls would feel,
Them being lost in this place between imaginary and real.
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Materials of the Dead
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