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Breathe underwater
and watch bubbles disperse themselves in the dense, uncertain sea. Avoid faith in tangibility to set myself free from a dreadful awakening, and sleep often enough to enjoy recurring dreams. Monotony is the enemy-- weak lungs are powerless underwater. Inspiration can't exist without imagination, and without inspiration there is hollowness. I could float like a buoy or capsize tragically. I inhale, exhale, watch the bubbles drift around me.
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