That feeling you're getting.
That feeling of sinking in a cold ocean. You being submerged by a pair of grasping hands. When you look who it is, you see a phantom of yourself pulling you deeper into the depths. You don't want to go where he's leading... dragging you to stay. You know you can't hold your breath forever. You tried before, it didn't work out.
So you thrash your way to the surface. You fight. You fight against yourself. You fight for the breath of fresh air that's been taken away. Nothing will be the same, but that's okay.
You're still here, grasping onto a plank of wood from the inevitable sinking ship.
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