Floating on the water, cold dark waters above depths that extend into the underverse,
Wet and waterlogged choking on the waves that pound at my existence, holding onto life one breathe at a time,
I gasp for air, precious air, and time is becomming a commodity that Im running out of, Im cold and numb as if beaten over and over again, feeling has left my feet and is slowly leaving my legs,
I wonder if this is the end, if this is truly the end then where is my God, or the angels that come to help in time of need, am I being tested without rest in the middle of the ocean being tested with death,
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