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Atop of black sand, I stand before the last beach. From this point on the world ends. I prayed for a possibility to escape the world surrounding me but found myself drowning in a flood of unending suffering. Had I the option to not appear in front of the inky black ocean, I would. If there was a chance to fly over and pass the sea, I could have been trapped in a dream. But misfortune controls me and I can only plunge into the pitch-black waters. It's time for me to drown. Forward into the ocean, I sink in. END.
