The one...
My mind
the only thing I truly have,
It holds my thoughts, wishes and everything I hold dear.
When all else is lost I only have it to confort me,
it is always there and here and always will be.
on this island, will i, be of great remorse and hardship but, still helped by only one entity,
this gallant victor who no matter what, stays at my side, guiding me through thick and thin,
culling my greatest desire: Survival.
For even if I fail, it will keep charging ahead knocking down all my foes,
but.....what if his health fails, falls into a rapid decline because of my worries or petty desires,
what if I bring him down, what if he gets distracted because of me, lost never to see himself or me again.
will I use his resources of memories and feelings to keep his morale, or will I condem us both.
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