I float in other situations...and never have I sunk...but today, I tread half-in and half-out. Tired, worn out, on the verge of collapsing. I swim the ocean Atlantic to which I fell into from the ship bottled Misera Volo. I hold shapes, many shapes, none of which move. They come for us now, I feel the waves ebb as they close the distance. They spotted limbs hanging over the edge. Just limbs that, like me, hang half-in and half-out of the water. I'm too tired. I let go of the little tension that remains, and hear a cry. But not from my limbs. They yell as they approach but it's too late, we sink. We sink. We sink. We sink. We sink. We sink. We sink. Me and my limbs, we sink to the bottom.
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