A Beautiful Tragedy

written by; allie gontiér
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I tried my best to keep it all out, to keep it from entering my lungs. I attempt to swim to the surface, but fail. I struggle as I keep in the last of oxygen within my weak lungs. I lift my head up, to see the sun beating down on the water's blue surface. I see the bubbles that hold the last of my oxygen floating to the sky above me. I frantically look next to me, behind me, below me and see nothing but blue. I don't want to die like this. I don't want to die knowing something could have been done to keep me from dying.