《My Life in Ruins ; Poetry》Survival

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Sitting on the floor of the ocean holding my breath, I need air so desperately but I tell myself not to give in. I float in the cold, dark water for as long as I can, until water engulfs my lungs with a painful breath in. My stomach fills with the salty liquid and I can't take it anymore. I can't fight my brain when it tells me "no more." I swim and swim until I reach the top, panting heavily when the water stops. I wade for hours until my limbs are numb. When will my fight for survival finally be done?

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