Treading waters.
Floaties turn into weights.
Heavy breathing.
No raft to sedate.
Not a swimmer,
But in the sea.
Limited options,
in order to be free.
Helping hands,
slowly pull away.
No more reason,
for them to stay.
Tried to help,
But help was refused.
Now the devil's
Slightly more amused.
Darkness wins.
They all wonder.
Treading stops.
Slipping under.
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