3) Deep Black Sea

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I fall into a deep Black Sea
No oxygen and no light seen

I struggle to breathe
I struggle to get out of the clawed hand's grasp

All that was seen around me was a black abyss
All that was above me was a bright surface that was out of my reach

I start to slowly lose oxygen and my vision becomes a blur
I grow limp and the claw that once had me in its grasp disappeared into the deep black sea

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