Underwater I'm out of breath,
Realizing that I have hardly any moments left,
The fog in my masks starts to dense,
I feel myself loosing sense,
It's really funny how,
It's you that I think of now,
When my life slowly leaves,
I smile as I close my eyes in peace,
Contented that my last vision of life,
Is a beautiful vision of you.
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