Prompt 185: Alone

I’ve come to accept the fact that today will be my last day. After three months of trying to survive, I’ve run out of food, fresh water, and hope. I quite like my little island, though it has been a harsh companion, it will make a nice final resting spot. The journey to this final day has been, what some might call, an epic bout of bad luck. And although I know this story will likely fade before anyone sees it, I’m going to share it with you.

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