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The Sea
Some times I feel as if I am drifting far out to sea where no one can hear me scream. I scream for help that I know isn't coming. I slowly begin to stop screaming as the waves get bigger and crash upon my tiny boat. I begin to sink and I know there is no hope any longer. The water is all around me and no one will help me. I begin to drown yet no one saves me. Why can't they see that I am dieing? Why wont they come and help me? I keep asking! I keep telling you I am drowning! Help! Help! But, wait she is already dead.
