A Deja Vu

 What if, when we die, the light at the end of the tunnel heads to the light to another hospital room, there we are born and the only reason we come out crying is because we remember everything from our last life and is completely worried for the fact that we have lost everything from there. 

As we grow... Little by little we tend to forget the past life and start focusing on things that we have right now.... 

But patches of memory stay behind and that memory causes DEJA VU

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