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Out of the waves, out of the water, my breath succumbs. I finally reach the surface, reaching the warmth of the living for the last time, my last chance before I journey onwards to my resting place. The land of the dead calls me under as my time drips away, I will be left voiceless from my swimming with only these hours to accompany me. The tide of Hate pulls and pulls as it spins downward and away from this life, away from this world.