On a deserted island All alone

Wed, 04/13/2016 - 11:06 -- tre

I woke up on a island I was all alone.
All I had was my knife . I didn't even have a phone.
I had to find a way to fight for my life.
I'm gonna use it to cut,
Im gonna use it to kill,
I'm gonna use it to eat,
I'm gonna use it to build. I'm alone on a island all I have is my knife.
And if I lose it then I'm gonna lose my life.

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