Jack November 22, 1963 2 pm
They say near death experiences can change a man, although I don't know who 'they' is and I'm almost certain I am dying.
I'm inside my head, it's dark, I can hear background noises frantic yelling the feeling of the wind when someone rushes past me.
And the pain, the unbearable pain in my throat, if I'm not choking on blood I'm struggling to breathe. I see my children smiling, and my gorgeous wife smiling back at me. I hate that she loves me.
Heaven and hell both know I don't deserve her.
I can feel my body being moved, I focus all my energy on opening my eyes, it's almost as if they're glued shut.
I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I'm dead.
I'm a prisoner in my own mind.
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