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I am absolutely and immensely terrified of drowning.

Drowning must be a terrible way to die.

Kicking and thrashing about like a fish, trying desperately to reach the surface, but you are so disoriented that you don’t even know which way the surface is. Feeling your lungs burn and registering the fact that you’ll need air soon. The realization that you are out of oxygen might be the worst part, the nail in your coffin.

Don’t breathe don’t breathe don’t breathe is the mantra in your head. Your heartbeat is as loud as thunder. Then your mind panics and your lungs expand against your will, inviting that cold water in. It hurts. It stings. Your lungs can’t find the air that they need and so they try to expel the liquid but it’s too late.

The surface is so far away.

It’s so much easier to just stay here. But it’s cold here.

But the surface is so far away.

So, so
far
away  

Author's Note

I just had the thought and had to get it out of me. It literally hurt to write, ha.