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In the cold January nights, as the darkness reache

In the cold January nights, as the darkness reaches at it's highest and temperature at it's lowest, whenever my hand touches the water; my mind suddenly thinks of commotions in the ocean, in mid April night, in the North Atlantic ocean. People beating their hands on icy cool water of Atlantic containing floating ice and icebergs in it. Screams striking my ears, echoing in the darkness of around 2 AM. Agonizing in the freezing dark coldness as they couldn't even sink like the ship as they were wearing life jacket, a survival suit; A suit that will force them to survive until their blood freezes along with their very last breath. Ultimately everything becomes quite calm and numb... In the cold January nights, as the darkness reaches at it's highest and temperature at it's lowest, whenever my hand touches the water; my mind suddenly thinks  commotions in the ocean, in mid April night, in the North Atlantic ocean. People beating their hands on icy cool water of Atlantic containing floating ice and icebergs in it. Screams striking my ears, echoing in the darkness of around 2 AM. Agonizing in the freezing dark coldness as they couldn't even sink like the ship as they were wear
In the cold January nights, as the darkness reaches at it's highest and temperature at it's lowest, whenever my hand touches the water; my mind suddenly thinks of commotions in the ocean, in mid April night, in the North Atlantic ocean. People beating their hands on icy cool water of Atlantic containing floating ice and icebergs in it. Screams striking my ears, echoing in the darkness of around 2 AM. Agonizing in the freezing dark coldness as they couldn't even sink like the ship as they were wearing life jacket, a survival suit; A suit that will force them to survive until their blood freezes along with their very last breath. Ultimately everything becomes quite calm and numb... In the cold January nights, as the darkness reaches at it's highest and temperature at it's lowest, whenever my hand touches the water; my mind suddenly thinks  commotions in the ocean, in mid April night, in the North Atlantic ocean. People beating their hands on icy cool water of Atlantic containing floating ice and icebergs in it. Screams striking my ears, echoing in the darkness of around 2 AM. Agonizing in the freezing dark coldness as they couldn't even sink like the ship as they were wear