Imagine your swimming, then a wave pulls you under. You stabilize on a nearby rock until you can swim again.
The waves keep getting bigger, pushing you away from the rock you stabilized on. You are struggling to stay above the water. One more wave hits you, pulling you under.
You grasp onto your last small breath, then you start to choke on the sea water. That salt burns as you swallow it. You soon give up as you sink to the words the bottom, allowing the water to fill your lungs.
The undertow drags you towards your death, dragging you as you lose consciousness.
-Virgo_I_do_not_know
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2017
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