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Sound mind


I am stranded, isolated from my peers and left alone in this world with fear.

Without the presence of people, my greatest function is to hear.

I listen to the sounds in my head.

Music is the only thing that helps me go to bed.

I've been a drummer all my life so without music nothing is right.

On this island, the sun is very bright.

It shines on sticks and I began to beat till night.

If I never make it off this island, that will be alright.

Because I have purpose in life. Music is life.

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