Sink. Sinking. Sinking. Lower and lower. Far the down I go. Under the surface of the water. Swallowed by the waves of the sea. Is it just me? The one and only. By myself? In the center of the ocean. Just waiting. Will anyone find me? Or am I left here to drown. That is when I woke up. Aren't dreams a questionable thing?
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