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My Widow Maker Heart Attack
I feel lost and alone...flipped upside down. I can still see all...but I can't hear a sound. I'm falling into the darkness...someone catch me please. My pain is now gone...I feel death's icy cold breeze. When your heart stops beating...your senses all die one by one. Your vision is the last thing to go...before you are all done. For just a short while...you are there all alone. There is no one around you...no family no home. Your senses do come back...you are no longer just one. You join a loving collective...that can never be undone. I felt a slight nudge...I knew I couldn't stay. It was not yet my time...at least not on this day. I no longer fear death...or what it may hold. We might die young...or we might die old. I wanted to stay...but I had to come back. For reasons untold...I survived this terrible heart attack. I didn't hear his voice...I couldn't see his face. But I did feel his presence...all over this place. I coded nine times...on October the 10th. Now you all know...a little about my death.
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