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My Sacred Island


Come to my sacred island where nothing matters where mom and dad do not hold sway and me and you can be bad if we need to we can be naked and destroy the walls and I can hunt sea creatures to roast on a fire and you can make clothes out of leaves we will never be sad or wish for something more and when the storms roll in we will be safe in our happiness and God will smile down and be glad
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