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Compass


Stranded on a desert island

I am in need of repair

The compass of happiness in my body

has reached the pits of dispair

I can’t tell you which way is North

But, I’ll tell you that I’m fine

You’re blind to the broken

The compass can be fixed

I need the most important thing

A boost self esteem

 
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