Dying to Remember
- LECTURES 7
- Votes 1
- Chapitres 1
This isnt how I thought the afterlife would be. I mean it is and it isnt. There was the whole bright light and all, but not how everyone describes it. The thing I didnt expect was to not remember anything at all. Everyone here has family members and a life here in the afterlife. But me? No one remembers me, no one knows who I am, no one knows my story, or how I got here. Not even God.
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