They say that just before you die, your watch your entire life, flashing before you. They were wrong.
Right now, I only feel pain. Excruciating, burning pain. Pray tell me, why didn't all those poets and writers who spoke about death speak of this? Did they want to hide the bitter truth from the poor souls who believed them or were they just merely ignorant? I guess no one will ever know.
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Shards of a Soul
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