If I succumb now It’ll prove something about the world That I don’t want to be true, That I won’t wish into truth. So I stay kicking, Against the tangled sea weed Pulling me down By the ankles To the ocean floor. I keep my face Above the broken surface Knowing that my legs, Human and weak, Must fail me eventually, And that my breath Won’t hold out forever And that I must keep fighting for another second And then another more For if I succumb now I will never see light again.
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