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The Unmoved


Within the darkness can be heard: a machine, that holds the same slow and steady beeping sound. Followed by this sense of quietness, an unbearable sense of silence that moves this family in hope. A God, who allowed an awful thing to happen. A doctor, who is in denial saying: “They'll pull through.” The beating heart which slowly becomes more quieter. . . . and even more silent Until . . . . There is almost complete and utter SILENCE. Silence which has enveloped the whole room. That person begins to fall into an unbearable unconsciousness; falling deeply into their death leaving this world with a mourning family, a darkening death, and what used to be a blissful happiness.
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