Ever wonder
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Last published Tue, Dec 29, 2015
Ever wonder what happens when you die? Well I didn't and people always say when you're dying you see a flash back of how your life was and how amazing it is to see of what you accomplish, but that for me was a lie. Or how about when you die you go to heaven or hell. All these things people say to make it seem like it's okay to die because afterwards there's another life for you, the afterlife. Well let me tell you these people are full of lies.
Oh I should probably tell you who I am, and why I am telling you all of this. Well my name is Carrie and this is the story of my well afterlife.
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