III. The Crash
THE CRASH
There was no warning, no time to prepare.
Too cold, too harsh
Too much, too fast.
I got lost in the undertow,
crying and screaming, out of control.
I heard my heart break like thunder,
and that was the moment I knew.
There was no escaping it.
The wave was already here.
And I was going down with it.
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