It was thundering and lighting it got dark quickly
the rain started coming down hard.
The wind blowing super hard tree limbs
scraping the windows.
I looked outside shadows seemed to be
moving everywhere.
I started seeing things that wasn,t their
my mind was playing tricks on me.
I hit my jug i hit my pipe i heard a
creek on the porch, my heart skipped
a beat. I heard a loud knock on the
door.
I opened it and a cold breeze came
rushing in.
It was Satan himself , i ask what he
wanted he explained he was my new
wing man.
But it would come at a heavy price.
The question was would i sell my soul?
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Hopefully not….
no just something me and a friend wrote,
Suicide sucks.
it does i just read and write on it, i have so many books on death.
My FNL is a professor and teaches on Death and Dying.
155, glad you stay up late we need to laugh
I do. 🙂 I love to make you laugh. Thanks for voting. If you have a cell phone and can disconnect the wireless it is a different ip and you can vote again. 😉
got this from facebook boobs are like friends some are big some are small some are real some are fake lol
LOL