#WritcoStoryPrompt40
The noise was too loud, almost as if someone was using a drill machine in his head. He craned his head to relieve the cramp in his neck. When he couldn't move he realised where he was; in a coffin deep in the confines of an airplane... life is a Aeroplane That take of Way of Dealing Towards Ur Dedication...I'm born again and again with in my own words of Truth...
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