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Friday The 13th

by nadia-delevea

All throughout History, It's always been a mystery. The most unlucky of days, On this day we change our ways. Careful what we do, Careful when we tie our shoe. Stay in and lock your door, Don't get up off the floor. Black cats and spilled salt, The broken mirror is not my fault! Avoiding ladders and a sidewalk crack, Being on guard we do not lack. Some say it's a day of fun, Others shiver, hide, and run. Some say it's black magic that comes out today, Some say that it's demons here to stay. Whatever your superstition on this very day, Everyone's wits will shred and fray. The day of bad luck comes only so often, Let's just pray it doesn't lead to a coffin.
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nadia-delevea
24 / F / American
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Written by
nadia-delevea
24 / F / American
Published
Jun 16, 2014
Time
2m
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Superstition is a way of life. Either you don't care or Friday the 13th is a terrifying day!

                    Friday The 13th™  By Nadia DeLevea

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#luck#wits#superstitions
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