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In my moment of sheer desperation, I sold my soul to the devil. All at once my life took a 180 degrees turn; I won the 4D for RM10,000.00, I got the writing job I’ve always wanted, I found the man of my dreams, My company landed a million dollar deal, I was bubbling over, embellishing the happiness I have not felt before. Then, one day the devil came to see me, Payback time apparently, He asked me if I would like to pay back all that he gave me or Would I like to buy back my soul, I told him I would be happy to buy back my soul. In the devil’s world, payback is easy. A soul for a soul, a life for a life. So whose soul would I want to trade- in? My soulmate…no too painful, My dying cat…no cats don’t have souls My ex …..mmmm perfect. So that’s what I did that fateful night, The devil came and I redeemed back my soul with the soul of the ex… Since then, I am still embellishing in the happiness, While someone, somewhere cries over the death of a dear one, Oh wait a minute, she’s actually rejoicing…high insurance benefits! And so it was, in my moment of sheer desperation, When I sold my soul to the devil.
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Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 3:05 AM UTC
In My Moment of Sheer Desperation.........
In my moment of sheer desperation, I sold my soul to the devil. All at once my life took a 180 degrees turn; I won the 4D for RM10,000.00, I got the writing job I’ve always wanted, I found the man of my dreams, My company landed a million dollar deal, I was bubbling over, embellishing the happiness I have not felt before. Then, one day the devil came to see me, Payback time apparently, He asked me if I would like to pay back all that he gave me or Would I like to buy back my soul, I told him I would be happy to buy back my soul. In the devil’s world, payback is easy. A soul for a soul, a life for a life. So whose soul would I want to trade- in? My soulmate…no too painful, My dying cat…no cats don’t have souls My ex …..mmmm perfect. So that’s what I did that fateful night, The devil came and I redeemed back my soul with the soul of the ex… Since then, I am still embellishing in the happiness, While someone, somewhere cries over the death of a dear one, Oh wait a minute, she’s actually rejoicing…high insurance benefits! And so it was, in my moment of sheer desperation, When I sold my soul to the devil.
shaqila
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Jun 29, 2011
Jun 29, 2011 at 3:05 AM UTC
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