In d battlefield of life I was drowning but d struggle to survive bought me to dis unknown islnd. 

A new place with new strangers n anothr new experience waiiting to go through new footsteps to take away ahead.

With old shoes stil baring in hands leavng it behind with a soar heart for the further destiny or experiences of the old gold to take along to make it polish n shine more brighter stil waiting at this island with plumsy eyes 

thinking for moving ahead but stil on hold or shivers that might b again of d same old traps of d crabs n bushes to beat 

in d unknow jungles,stil unknown...

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