This Is Why I Don't Socialize (kuroken)
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imagine reliving your entire life in the space of seconds. Like a flash of lightning, you are outside of your body, watching memorable moments you lived through. This process, known as 'life recall', can be similar to what it's like to have a near-death experience. you get seven minutes. This was mine. [WILL BE A PART 2]
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