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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