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I was chest deep in the quicksand struggling myself to exaughtstion with no way to get out. I was yelling like crazy when this voice came into my head.
It said, “YOU ARE NEVER GOING TO GET OUT! YOU ARE GOING TO DIE JUST LIKE I DID IN THIS SWAMP!”
I accepted the thought that I was going to die in this swamp. I was sinking lower and my body was shaking like crazy. Just then I heard a voice from the distance and then I saw a man come towards me. I forced my stuck arm thorugh the quicksand and grabbed on to his hand and he pulled me out.
I have no idea what that voice that came into my head was about but I am guessing he died in that quicksand, so I am glad I did not join his tomb in this swamp.
Note to self: never come here again.
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