Sail sail sail, feel the currents against my chest and the wind straight to my lungs. Leaving the shoreline, I see the land disappear slowly over time as it vanishes over the horizon. I am dragged to the deep, floating and barely moving but swimming. Making my way forward, land appears and the only thing left to do is swim and swim and fucking swim until my lungs and legs and arms and muscles give out.
The shore is in reach, but I can't get there. I can't get there. I can't get. I can't.
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