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Remember I told you I felt like I was drowning in a pool of my own making, back when I found the freaky photo of someone who looks just like me? I guess the universe was listening and willing to oblige.
Here I am, drowning in a pool, the situation of my own making.
The water is pushing me down and not allowing me to reach the surface. I read somewhere that white water—water mixed with air—is less dense, so each stroke I attempt is lacking buoyancy. The sheer weight of the waterfall has me pinned against the pool bed.
Death’s heavy-set arms splash below the surface. He dips his massive head under but he can’t see me through the foaming water.
I try a different tactic, I literally go with the flow. It works because I manage to break free from the current. I swim upwards and put my he
