Starting paragraph: Emily pov

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My life is what I'm fighting for. The ocean my calling. It's what keeps me alive.
The ocean won't let me drown, and I know it, I have always known it. It's what keeps me safe. But something is threatening that. All of that.
I have never understood why the ocean keeps me safe, why it called out to me, why it chose me. But, one day, I knew the answer. The people that gave me the answer, gave me a choice, either I can know the truth or I can go on with my life without it. But they did warn me, if I where to leave not knowing the truth, I would be at risk, big risk.
I wanted the truth, I didn't know at that moment, if I was doing the right thing, I never have known, but now, there's no going back, what's done is done. But I can't help thinking;
Have i made the wrong choice? How can I be sure I did the right thing? Should I have just left the truth untouched? Unheard? Well, I guess that's it, until the rising river comes, no one will no.

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