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Sanity


Water

Clothes 

Cell Phone

 None of these things mean a thing to me without my SANITY

Fire

 Food

Shelter

All legit things I could need but what are these things without my SANITY

SANITY

 SANITY what do you mean

 I am saying I need my sanity to get through this lonesome thing

Me on an island by myself I need to be in my right mind in order to take care of myself

They say my mind

My mind is a powerful thing

So how will I be able to survive without this beautiful thing?

 

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