Stuck in the undertow,
as my board snaps out from under my feet,
hands from below, grab,
pulling me under and spinning me around,
causing disorientation, that causes me to swim down,
further below the surface,
to the darkness, the new atmosphere,
that is waiting, lurking,
strength begins to outwit instinct,
and the will to survive pushes,
kicks, and scrambles to reach the top...
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