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I'm coming up.
It is lighter up there.
Let go of the anchors.
The chains got tangled in my hair.
The weight of rusted steal was dragging at my toes.
I heard them snap and pop from the pressure.
They wiggle with the freedom of letting go.
My ears are crackling and want to burst.
Your whispers fill them.
My heart flutters.
I speed to the top.
Powered by butterfly armies are battling in my belly.
They negotiate peace the closer we become
The whirl of water passes my ears.
I explode from the wet.
Looking for you.
You are gone.
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