When I can’t sleep at night, I wonder if you knew you were dying. If you were scared—if it hurt. What was the last thing you thought of? What was the last thing you looked at? And what did you first see when you left and went to where you are now?
When I can’t sleep at night, my mind refuses to rest as it fills with countless questions about you. Did you know you were dying in those final moments? Were…
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