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ur eyes, look around for a while, and then close em back. But weeks ago, you suddenly woke up, incredibly agitated and shockingly strong for someone who was in a coma. You were conscious, but kind of dazed. You could breathe on your own, so the t

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m

ooking at me she a

told you stuffs and gists. Even though you were quit dazed, y

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and bla,bla,bla. The light in my moms eyes gave me peace and comfort. So I lay there; longing to see them. Suddenly a figure caught the corner of my eye. I couldn't prevent myself from glancing a

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sat beside me

t today. Your eyes, they

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y now. Can you hear me

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passed; Two seconds passed; Three seconds

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me. A sudden surge of anger tingled my

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