The Thought,
We can start over.
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every year.
We can start over.
We get second chances 24/7.
We can start over.
We become what we want to be.
Every second, every minute, every hour, every day, every year.
Being on this island, is making me loose my mind.
I used to be my depressed self.
I am not able to start over.
I have lost my mind.
I can not live without my mind.
I can not start over.
I AM STUCK..
I AM LOST....
I CAN NOT START OVER.....
i am done..
This poem is about:
Me
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