Prologue

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I can see the water's surface,

I surge upwards, almost tasting the air.

But the current is dragging me down.

I can still see the sun the air taunting me.

My hope turns into fear.

The sun is gone,

The hope is dead.

Darkness is all around me,

The current of darkness keeps pushing me down.

I gasp for air, reach for hope.

I desperately struggle fight and scream,

But it's hard to breathe when your drowning.

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