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o n e : realization

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When I woke up that one morning, I didn't know where I was. Hell, I'm not even sure if I was completely aware of who I was. My surroundings were unfamiliar; it was like a completely different planet. But it wasn't, I knew, because I recognized the people.

"Hey!" I had called out, grabbing a passerby's arm to stop him-- or rather, I tried to. "Where am I?" I continued calling, getting more frantic by the minute. "Yah! This isn't funny! Stop ignoring me!"

It was then, when I saw all the people crowding towards one area.

Curious, I crept towards there as well. I too, wanted to see what everyone else was anxious to see. Craning my head, I tried to look around the tall heads-- oh how I hated being short. I pushed past them ( though now I realize I went through them, not past them), elbowing my way up to the front. The people, it seemed, were crowded around a body. A dead body. Eyes widened, I made my way closer to the body.

It wasn't just any dead body. It was my dead body.

Slowly backing away, I soon turned around and broke into a run. I didn't know where I was running to, nor what I was running from, but I continued to run and run and run. Thousands of thoughts swarmed my mind, until I couldn't even comprehend the difference between one from another. That body-- mine-- no-- but I was here-- that couldn't be-- how could-- I couldn't grasp what was reality, what wasn't, and really, my head just hurt and felt like it would burst. If I'm dead, why can I f