We all have our true sides.
So why must we hide from the ride.
We are all unique in some way.
And no one can tell us what to do or say.
We waste away in our life.
Just living and swimming in lies.
Yet when we pass we expect to see gold.
When we should be seeing the cold.
Our dark side is there and ready to control,
So why is our life so dull.
The devil is our friend, it's who we are,
No one can hide from his hold.
He will come, for we have died,
And show us our true sides.
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Mini Stories
Short StoryJust some little ideas. Sad or happy I'm proud of these. Don't hate. Includes: true stories Made up stories Poems Etc I will mark a chapter using * to say that it is a true story.
