Seven Minutes
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Last published Sun, Feb 9, 2020
So much can happen in seven minutes. Someone can be born, someone can get engaged. Wedding vows can be exchanged, or someone can get their first kiss. Someone could discover the final puzzle piece to curing cancer- or someone could be diagnosed with it. Someone could could get in a car crash, someone could file for a divorce. Or someone could die.
It only takes seven minutes after the heart stops for the brain to suffocate. It only takes seven minutes until the weight of impending death finally crushes it's victim. It only takes seven minutes for a person to relive their entire life and all of its beautiful and funny quirks before their story turns to ashes along with them.
When it's your final moments, seven minutes could seem like an eternity. I should know. I experienced those seven minutes and this is my story.
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