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Bright Light
I walked through the streets of Lightoak
I walked a mile then two then three
I got hit from behind
Did not see whom it was
Thought I was fine
So I got right back up
I turned right around
What I saw was no joke
I walked to a cop
But no cop was there
All I saw was a cup with some juice
Which I tried to pickup
But my hand went right through
Turned back around
Then saw a bright light
It came closer towards me
I wanted to run
But I was not scared
It told me to walk and not stop
I took just five steps
Then I stepped on some grass
I realized that I was in a field of daisies
I kept on walking
Then I saw my father
I ran right to his arms
He said it was time
I Held his hand
And off we went
To make up lost time

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