My Bottle of Water
Being stranded on this deserted island
Feeling lonely and scared
Not knowing if I’m going to survive
This treacherous land
As the wind is going through my hair
And the nice breeze is making
Things a bit calmer for me
All I need's my bottle of water with me
Although it sounds legit,
You can’t live without water, and
With my bottle, I would be able
To fill it up anytime while still on
This island.
When drinking a lot of water
I feel hydrated and ready
For action.
I don’t need my fears and
anxiety to hold me back,
I don’t need any dangerous
wild animals trying to
Scare me out of my skin, all I need's my
bottle of water for the gaining of energy
And hydration.
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