I was drowning. The sunlight pierced through the gradient waves of the sea as I struggled to stay afloat. No matter how hard I tried, the water pushed back forcefully, covering up my efforts. The energy left my body in one snap, and the lifelessness consumed me whole.
The sharks circled my limp limbs and tore me apart, piece by piece. Smaller fish frantically swam away, their eyes bulging in fear. The beautiful blue water became contaminated by blood, which gushed out from the hole in my head.
The head that housed the brain that did me no good. The body that housed the head that housed the brain that did me no good. The man-eaters growled as the metallic taste of dark meat met my taste buds.
I screamed for help. My voice didn’t work. The tears added to the vast sea of salty blueness, but the sea hid them.
Just like it did with my persistence. Just like it did with my perseverance. All that remained was my perfectly imperfect self like the average algae that swung around with the dancing water.
“Help,” I rasped.
But it was too late. I had already drowned.
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