The waves pushed hard and by this point on... I was sure I was going to die. Some people say that before you die, your whole life flashes behind you. Your memories all come back. No! I can't end like this. I can't die this way. The tides rushed once more and I was completely covered. My hand clinged to the last bit of air it could and my lungs struggled for the relief of oxygen. I pushed once more and lifted my head. The air burst into my lungs. Then it all went black
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The Alchemist
RandomAy... My first proper book in the making How much I suck at english bit it can't be that bad
