Forgotten, Short Story

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Waking up from the black void was like being stuck to the bottom of the sea, and then slowly start to float up. Light from the surface reached his eyes, growing more and more visible as he neared it. It was a slow process, and the lethargy kept him from breaking free, from reaching the light. He pulled away from the darkness, struggled against it. When he finally broke free, it was like waking up from a long, dreadful sleep, full of nightmares.

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