I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building ins — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building ins — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building ins — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building ins — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building ins — Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
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I'm being pulled under - father and farther from the surface. My lungs continue to scream for air. Panic is building inside me, threatening to combust. I can't break free.Help! I can't break free!I open my mouth to scream.

— Ashley Earley, Alone in Paris
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