Im a goner.

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Burning lungs, swirling sand.
The blurred sight of the sky becoming just water.
The darkness pulls until my lungs collapse.
All that was heard was the steady sound of a fast heart beat, and the sound of water filling my lungs. But then 'their' screams play louder than anything else.
I was dying slowly, I needed air. I Need air.

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Learning to breath again. ( on hold!!)Место, где живут истории. Откройте их для себя