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When you think about death what do you think? Do you think about what that person left behind or what they took with them? Pain is love and love is pain, and sometimes we have to let go instead of holding on; because we're either too weak to fight or no longer can fight. Before we die, scientifically we only have seven minutes of brain activity left, and within that seven minutes our brain gives us flashes of everything - good and bad- our life flashes by our eyes. I would like to present to you a short story. This story was in a contest, I got short listed and got into the contest but unfortunately I didn't win. Therefore, I thought about publishing it here- on wattpad. I hope you enjoy, and please let me know if I made any mistakes (grammar and so on)
Seven Minutes
