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Current mood:  thoughtful
Mayday, this ship is going down. This storm is unforgiving, I cannot reach dry ground. This is my last transmission, I wait for a reply, but my radio is silent, while the vessel groans and cries. Now the ship is taken far below. It calls for its captain, but I'm not ready to go.
I am drowning in a sea of names. Overcome by the towering waves, but I kick my legs and fight the sea to keep my head above the water, where I can breathe.
Find me. I will, Find you, In me.
-Jake
9:27 PM
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