Drowning
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It was cold no freezing. I could only feel the stars rays of light cast down on me as I sank deeper. I don't know how long it took for me to sink down to the granny sand that lays on the oceans belly. I remember fish swimming by staring at me in pity, as if they knew I didn't belong yet had no choice in the matter. My name is Lyre Tinsley...or so I've been told.
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