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I once wrote a piece for English class about drowning. That it'd be easy to drown. It only got harder when you took a breath because then you'd realise how precious air tasted and try to get one more breath. Then another. Then another. But if you didn't breathe it would be so easy. So painless. Just floating, seeing the sirens beckoning. To see the world through a shimmer of blue, endlessly moving, everything distorted and out of focus. To not realise that the air had finally gone from your lungs and they were filling with water instead. That, that would be an easy way to die.

I guess my friends remembered that. And when they came to kill me, they bound me and gagged me then threw me in a river. Where I could see the sirens beckoning.
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AN: Just a short burst of inspiration that came to me while swimming. Hope you liked. Wasn't sure what category to put it in. Sorry it's kinda short.