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  • Writer's pictureKyx


not a pilgrim or in catan,

set sail to discover land

cast my sight far and distant

for clear seas and golden sand

halfway through, shipwrecked

climb aboard a muddy swamp,

immediately, by trees i'm decked

my rations by animals stomped

so i try to make the best,

be a good settler,

pretending that going west

instead of my intended east is better

but why am i always trying

to make the best of a crappy

situation? smiling while dying

isn't going to make me happy


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