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Feb 17
Waking up from a sleep
to the sound of a
deafening silence.
Everything is visibly dark,
blackest of black
as black as black could be.
I can feel the floor beneath,
moving ahead, it's a tunnel.
A white dot discernible
suddenly at a distance.
With time, it grows bigger
and whiter like a light that
fills the view of your eye.
Immediately, everything
is white. White light.
I had died.
Written by
Aaditya  26/M/Chennai, India
(26/M/Chennai, India)   
     putiira, MicMag, Fawn and ---
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