The rain pelting my skin, as cold as ice.
The water seeping in my bones, undeniably concise.
The world calling to me, pulling me out.
The atmosphere thicker, it's my sorrow no doubt.
The waves grew higher, crashed over my head.
The breath blown away, unmistakably dead.
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