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Holding my breath
For as long as my fragile lungs can sustain
Watching the air bubbles dance and scatter to the top
Observing everything in slow motion
As if time had been altered
Feeling the nothingness surrounding me
My head, vacant
All troubles above the water
A long with the numbing sound of voices and echoes
But eventually my body craves for air again
And I must return back to reality



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