| Pulled down to the depths
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| I feel that I am going under
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| Swept away I struggle now
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| Gasping for my last breath
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| Choking me — I can not breathe
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| Liquid vision, all I see
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| Drifting — no sign of life
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| Floating dead
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| The tide carries me
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| Fluid fills my lungs, as my eyes open wide
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| I can’t reach the surface — no sense of true direction
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| My body turns — violently
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| Cramping limbs — to weak to swim
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| Drifting — no signs of life
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| Floating dead
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| The tide carries me
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| Drowning too weak to swim
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| Floating dead — the tide carries me away
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| Submerged in this grave
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| My body set a drift
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| Skin is white and cold
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| Sinking to the depths
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| In this liquid terror
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| Dead and motionless
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| Drifting — no sign of life
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| Floating dead the tide carries me
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| Drowning too weak to swim
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| Floating dead the tide carries me
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| Crushed by rocks and current
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| I float up to the surface
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| My body washed ashore — swollen from exposure
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| Black and blue, lifeless dead
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| Suffocation — in liquid
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| Drifting — no sign of life
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| Floating dead the tide carries me
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| Drowning too weak to swim
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| Floating dead the tide carries me — away |