lost boy

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both stuck on our own lonely little island
and I know it doesn't look like I'm building a raft
but i'm being held captive by the mirages of my deepest fears
just biding my time between the setting sun and the surrounding sharks
this isle of isolation is an hourglass, counting down

but i just bury my head in the sand

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