Personal Paradise
Lonely, lost, empty, without anything
The thing I couldn't be without, I always bring
My record of every mistake
My individuality, not smething fake
The one place I always belong
Where I can be myself, where I am strong
It is always with me and always will be
The sole place where I feel free
Something to remind me of times past
Something huge, something vast
The first place I go to unwind
I could never be without my mind
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