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I drown in a sea of pasts. Being pulled in by the surge, too tired to fight. Over my head, to distances I can't reach. The sky. Clouds of envy. They appear soft and comforting, but are unsturdy to rest upon. On the shore, sharp jagged rocks await. A few scatter, smoothed over the years by the constant lapping of the water, now filling my lungs. Sinking deeper and deeper into the abyss, sunlight fades away. I see shadows on the distant shore, watching me drown. Are they afraid to swim out and end with the same fate? I am alone to fight the current...