Who killed Anna Garcia
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Last published Thu, Nov 28, 2024
I felt hypnotized in my own body like I was in an endless loop of a sleep paralysis. I heard my mother wailing and doctors pronouncing the time of death. I was trapped in the darkness and emptiness. Will this last forever? Or, after the first hour would my mind and spirit fade into the emptiness?
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