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Sep 2013
Pushing my head under the water,
I hold my breath and count.
I count in rhythm with my heartbeats,
And wait until they turn rapid.

1                                             
   2                            
 3            
     4
                 5
                           6
                                     7
                    ­                          8
                                   ­                 9
                                                       ­   10
    Gasp.

Taking in the air my lungs burned for,
A refreshingly sweet feeling fills my chest.

I go back under the water,
And again I count in time with my heartbeats,
Waiting for my next breath of fresh air.
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