Death is a mysterious thing. You just slip away, your heart beating stops in a strong halt. Your blood runs cold, and your previous life is just a faint memory slipping into the ashes. Death is also irreversible.
When you die you get this feeling. It feels like you're falling, slipping away into darkness, but at the same time you're flying. As your heart slows your minds thoughts dwindling, you see yourself. Your old life. The memories rush back, and the pain is unbearable.
So I guess this is sort of my death note. My life and memories....the things I saw, now it's your turn.
(Note-I'll be updating later I'm just quickly writing a little introduction)
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