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  • It was only after I plunged into the cool, crisp, blue waters that I realised the truth about that paradise. As the shock of hitting the cold water wore off and my vision adjusted, I saw through the murk and realised that the beautiful white sands, the idyllic sea-carved cliffs, the sweet tasting moist sea-breeze - even the temptingly calm surface of the shimmering azure ocean; it had all been a lie. They were all part of a cleverly crafted front to hide the true nature of the grizzly, gruesome hell-hole that simmered away down below... In the darkening depths I realised that only the sea-gulls had frantically called out the truth, and I could still faintly hear them crying above the surface... like they were desperately trying to warn me... but it was too late... I was already drowning...
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