The Island

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On this Island, there is no escape.
You live in trepidations, and hope to survive.
There’s no way out, unless you renounce your soul.

On this Island, you are never alone,
You might feel that way,
But they’re all around.

On this Island, you pay to live.
There is no money,
But there is your soul.

On this Island…





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