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What does it look like when you die?

Your life is a movie that just turned to black.

But not like the nighttime

When bugs sing and birds cheer

There’s no shape in your sightline

There’s nothing to hear

Our minds can engineer magnificent tools

Imagine great beauty. Faith, logic and rules.

But you can’t think about nothing.

You can’t see pure darkness.

Death has no thoughts. No hopes. No despair.

It’s not a long sleep. Not a dream or nightmare.

Death ain’t a mountain and death ain’t a pit.

I swear. I just can’t picture it.

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