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Omnia
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« on: August 03, 2008, 01:59:40 pm » |
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Images accompanied by intense feelings for my family and friends come next in my mind.
Then I find myself saying out loud, "Oh, ****!"
An unknown voice then asks the following in my head ~ "Is that the best you can do at the moment of your death, say, "Oh ****?""
I laugh.
Or am I crying?
My legs and arms are stiff, and they can't paddle anymore to keep me afloat.
I inhale a nose full of water and cough in pain.
The moon's brightness irritates my eyes and for some strange reason
my thoughts recall the Hey Diddle Diddle nursery rhyme.
The water is agitated like I'm being rocked in a boat
“The little dog laughed to see such fun . . .”
Please God, I don't want to die, I plead . . .
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