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Tied to a rock at the bottom of a pier, sitting here waiting. Thinking, "Do I wait until my lungs break? Or do I take the deepest breath I'll ever have to take?" She stands up, leans over the edge looking for a sign of my departure. No air rises, no body floats to the top, she walks away slowly dragging he feet behind her. My body washes up about 10 days later. A young fat kid finds me, then calls for his mother. The fish got ahold of me, and this is how they found me. He'll be having nightmares until he's 23. I am dead. I am gone. Unwanted, unloved, I am gone.