as you open your eyes and turn to the side a shadowy figure in black awaits your sighting him and you feel fear you never heard him come in. who...who the hell are you? you stammer trying to mask your fear the figure replies "i am death and i am here" he's come for your soul and your spirt so he can go home so you say to yourself "this fool's drunk" and you aim for his dome but surprise! your hand stops about three inches away he laughes and you begin to pray then he says ive got a deal for you we box heads-up if you win, you get to stay if i win, you die so you think, this should be a cakewalk but he kicks your ass and as he's dragging you away you think damn he beat me that fast? guess what he won your soul you didn't lose that you just lost. everything.Birth sign: Aries
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