So I did. I readily pranced about, playing the song, singing the song. It feels right. Where do I know this…

Darkness, overwhelming darkness. Where am I? What am I doing here?

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“Sir, visiting hours are now over, and we ask you to please leave.” The nurses head had poked through the door, interupting the moment. “She has had a long day, many visitors.” Father took his CD player back from her, and turned it off. Shaking his head, and a single tear now rolling down his cheek, he left the room. One final look back, and he turned off her light.

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Whats happening? And where did this guitar come from? I know I have to get out of here. Silence, just dead silence.