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Over and over again this memory bombards my head, but it is a memory I never experienced. Visions of another life, or maybe the moment I was pronounced  dead. The feeling is so real. Yes it feels visceral, I mean this feeling is so  alarming. Every time I live this  waking dream, a dark feeling comes over me. The closest thing I can relate it to is impending doom, wondering if it comes, if it will be soon.
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
Impending
Over and over again this memory bombards my head, but it is a memory I never experienced. Visions of another life, or maybe the moment I was pronounced  dead. The feeling is so real. Yes it feels visceral, I mean this feeling is so  alarming. Every time I live this  waking dream, a dark feeling comes over me. The closest thing I can relate it to is impending doom, wondering if it comes, if it will be soon.
This vision has come to me more and more as of late
leal-knowone
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Mar 29, 2017
Mar 29, 2017 at 4:39 PM UTC
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