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  • The water was perfect, just about the right temperature that I liked, slightly lukewarm and hitting a spot that was neither too cold nor too warm. Unfortunately I couldn't appreciate the feeling that accompanies one when stepping into that kind of water, that feeling when the skin pierces the surface of the water converting a dry foot to a wet foot without any apparent change in temperature.

    I was too busy struggling for my life, trying my best to keep my head above the water, above that barrier between life and death. I can see the air, that precious air, bubbling away from me. My chest constricts trying to conserve the oxygen level being depleted every microsecond by the pressure of the foot above me.

    My final thoughts are 'Why? How did it all comes down to this?' and the funniest thing was I knew the answer to my question.

    Hunger makes one do strange things; things that one wouldn't do normally...

    Then I died... at the hands of the person writing this...

    What could I do? Yeah, what could a rat do?

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    Photo: Dead End by Curtis Gregory Perry, on Flickr (http://www.flickr.com/photos/curtisperry/6875099255/)
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