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Eyelids practically glued shut

Because of the brightness standing right in front of me....

But this brightness is not burning but it looks like a flame?

Someone's calling my name

Ive never heard it so beautifully sung

Someone else is calling my name

It sound so reached and painfully decieving

Why does this book keep following me peeking

Let me just read what is says

I AM........

So this is what eternity is?

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