The cold water rushes over me.
The waves are indecisive,
Pulling my body left and right.
My body desperately tries to keep my head above the deep water,
But my mind has already slid underneath.
My thoughts are interrupted by pools of water trickling into the subconscious part of me.
Not blood,
But water on the brain.
The waves continue to topple over me,
And their height grows with every mistake.
I hope that the choppy water will someday die out,
Leaving the calm I have never known.
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