waves wash over me, cold and uncaring. they beat me back, yank me every which way. who knows which way is up? i don't know why i try to save myself anymore. it's too cold to care, and there isn't anything left for me here. not a single thing left. it was over before it bagan, and i hadn't realized that until now. but with this being where i am left to die there isn't much more to realize... except to realize that this could be my very last thought....

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