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"I was happy.

Wherever I was...

I was happy.

At peace.

I knew that everyone I cared about was all right.

I knew it.

Time... didn't mean anything.

Nothing had form, but I was still me, you know?

And I was warm.

And I was loved.

And I was finished.

Complete.

I don't understand theology, or dimensions, or any of it, really... but I think I was in Heaven.

And now I'm not.

I was torn out of there.

Pulled out... by my friends.

Everything here is... hard, and bright, and violent.

Everything I feel, everything I touch.

This is Hell.

Just getting through the next moment, and the one after that.

Knowing what I've lost.

They [my friends] can never know.

Never."

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