Escape

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Forgotten memories,

Stranded on a forsaken island,

No food,

Salt water,

At the brink of my sanity,

I couldn't swim in the salty sea,

Couldn't even get out some salt to make tea,

I roamed this wretched soil to find what?

Nothing!

No trees, no mountains,

Just a flat piece of land and the sea,

I tripped on a stone,

Only to find out it had been arranged to spell something,

Escape?

Who'd written this?

Was it me!?

My brain could take all the information,

So I dived off the peak of sanity,

Driven insane by my own thoughts,

I jumped into the sea,

Just realizing,

"I couldn't swim!"

Then everything came back to me,

I had tried to escape,

From myself.

The sea washed me up at shore,

Devoid of memories,

And so the vicious cycle continued.

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