Tomb
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The thing is, I remember dying. I remember the grip around my throat. My lungs screaming for air, the pain becoming too much, way too much, until finally the light started to fade and everything went dark. I remember a lot of nothing. An eternity of nothingness. Like my consciousness had been submerged in bleach. That's what death was, right? Lack of life, lack of anything. I wasn't suffering, but I wasn't feeling. I didn't have thoughts, but I knew somehow I wasn't alive. That much was clear. So it made very little sense to me, actually none, that I was, at this very moment, staring into a deep green, sun-glinted lake. No, not a lake. Eyes. Those were eyes. And I was breathing. And my heart was pumping, and I could feel.
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