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They say you have seven minutes of brain activity from the moment you die until your brain shuts down Memories in pixel form flash before my eyes and disappear forever I'm running in a field trying to beat my childhood crush in a race, the summer sunlight kisses my cheek and I feel safe, warm, loved. At 16 I can see my grandmother cooking dinner as we rush to the table for a dinner with aunts and uncles that became a blurry memory in life The cruel reality of death escapes me as my husband grasps my hand in Greece with my young daughter in his arms Life is brief, but heavenly.
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Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 6:05 PM UTC
Seven Minutes
They say you have seven minutes of brain activity from the moment you die until your brain shuts down Memories in pixel form flash before my eyes and disappear forever I'm running in a field trying to beat my childhood crush in a race, the summer sunlight kisses my cheek and I feel safe, warm, loved. At 16 I can see my grandmother cooking dinner as we rush to the table for a dinner with aunts and uncles that became a blurry memory in life The cruel reality of death escapes me as my husband grasps my hand in Greece with my young daughter in his arms Life is brief, but heavenly.
KieraYale
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Oct 6, 2024
Oct 6, 2024 at 6:05 PM UTC
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