"You sink, you sink, and you sink further. You have no air-it has left your lungs and you feel it. You feel the tug-the pull of death grasping your lungs and refusing to let go. You reach up and beg-beg for the reaper to let you go.
It grabs you tighter, and you shut your hazy green eyes.
You drown.”For my second entry, I'm not necessarily
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