Drowning
I held my breath and sunk my head down into the ocean, swimming in the endless crystal blue waters, my feet touched the soft sands gently as I paddled along the coral reefs and vibrantly coloured fishes. Slowly, I felt weak in my lungs and I struggled to find the surface of the waters to breathe. There was no way out of the deep blue sea. I panicked and swam towards the top and felt a stone wall covering the surface of the waters. I was trapped. My lungs gave way as I sunk deeper and deeper back into the ocean depths, my fragile body laid on the sandy ocean floor and I felt the last remaining senses on the tips of my fingers before it all turned blank.
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