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island in the sun
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primitive someday, i promise
we'll go some place far away.
you're tired,
and you need help,
and you're wondering what you're doing here.
what's the point of being alive
if you don't know who you are?
i am alone...
more than everyone could know.
i wonder what i'm doing here...
we will go together
some place far away.
there we can find peace
and dream of angels and falling stars.
someday, we'll run away.
take my hand and we'll run towards the horizon,
never looking back
until we've reached paradise.
You can do no wrong. Keep writing poetry. This is great.