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I lay and didn’t move

The pain absorbed me

I understood these are the last moments of my life

How many minutes left to live?

What will I see? Light or flame or nothing?

Still, quite a bit and I'll find out what's on the other side.

Fear or delight?

Should I cling to memories?

There are Questions more than answers.

What is there, on the other side?

At that moment, I wasn't jealous of those who died instantly

I closed my eyes

I took my last breath

I died at 4 PM

I was 29 when bullets killed me

And at that moment my story has begun

death is the end

or not?