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If an island ever daredTo be stranded with meI'd take my laptopAnd a coffee shopWith the wi-fi free  
Alone on an island, on its beach where I lay, where the ocean moves slowly, and the palm trees sway. I look in the distance, where I see just the tip,  Of the bow that remains of my now-sinking ship.
Slight ting from crisping golden beams, The mellow sway of palms rustles There leaves chirping Intrinsic in the forgotten hustle The sounds left beyond the tides.   The oscillating sound
  What's the complication when deserted? Escaping the isolation. So be a Departed without actually leaving? Behind the camera,
I used to think all I need is a minute So I could think about life instead of live it All I need is some money to get by Maybe a car to drive and a house to reside I need parents who care instead of scream
My soul to keep. Attached not to my heart, But to my ears. My soul rings down. Down to my heart.
To a deserted Island I bring the will to Persevere with me
If I could choose one singular thing To draw back the loneliness, boredom, and pain Of living away from all I know On a deserted island so far from home,  
  I’m living with this unholy farce Hidden so high away in the sky Where the birds soar Above our heads   Many maniacs have acted before me
I place the key in the ignition,I put the car in driveand press the gas pedalbut I go no where. I open my mouth,and move my lips,I push air out
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