Lights Out

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"Lights out" I hear my mother call.

"No, don't turn out the lights".

Then its dark and I feel what felt like 20 tons lifted off my shoulders.

I feel my soul rise up from my body and float away...

A chorus sings a sad, sad tune as I unwillingly go through the gate of my new eternal life...

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