You hear this bing on your cell, and it happens again and again. After a little while, the sound becomes normal.
Then it stops.
But then there's silence--gone---you realize how much you deserve and desire for human contact. When you feel the cold ocean, and it slowly swallows you. Your frantic legs, the twisting and turning, and no one to pull you out. So, you're too tired to pattle, so you give up on that.
You can't find the ocean. You can't fight the something so large and powerful and dangerous. You care at his whims.
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