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The waves brush past my feet,
As I enter the swimming pool.

I know I can't swim,
But I try anyways.

1.2.3 I count,
as I enter the water.
Knowing that I would never make it out.

Scared, Breathless, Shocked,
knowing that I won't see,
my family again.

But do I want to go back to all, the pain and misery?

Do I ever want to see the smiles,
of the one's I love?

Scream, Shriek, Cry,
are the noises I make in the water,
as I desperately tried to escape.

Then I realized, I was dreaming....





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