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I dived too deep thinking about life,

mistakenly thinking I can transcend my need for air,

I lost my breath, I frantically resurfaced,

holding on to whoever lurked happily on the surface,

I gasped for air, filled my lungs, satisfied my body,

tried to kill whatever pushed me deep down in the first place, tried to accept life on the surface.

It grew on me for a while, I began thinking how a life of constant struggle seemed overrated, diving down without ever knowing if you\'ll reach an end before you run out of air,

if whatever you reach can compensate the damage you\'ve already done,

and I breathed my time away, thinking I was never born for the depths.

But one day, the air started burning my lungs, everything seemed dry and shallow,

I felt exposed at the surface, and I remembered a fact I’ve long forgotten;

I dived not only to reach the depths, but to escape the surface,

I dived back in, with enough experience to guide me faster,

maybe I’ll have to resurface again, but this time I’ll know, my need for air doesn\'t transcend my fear of the surface.