LuGEt CaLvARiAe
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What is it like to die?
We've all asked ourselves this. Of course, we could ask no one else.
No one has felt the sensation of death and lived to tell the tale.
Though if someone did have an answer, someone out there, would you listen?
If they'd tell you they had felt the cold grip of their end pulling them down, down, down...
Why believe them?
Because you've no other choice.
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