It was the devil maybe. I seen the big tan horns coming out. I just started at him until I got lifted up by some thing. Nothing was holding me. But I shook well I tried to shake. Unfortunately it didn't work.
All over again this happened to me. My eyes turned red this time. Then went to the back of my head. Then I had visions of my childhood, then I had visions of all the times I kill some one.
In as deep voice he told me in a deep voice: your going down. Then he slung me against the wall.My mirror broke. I got 7years of bad luck. But what's the point of having bad luck when your going to hell. I thought it was over for me.
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the truth about august alsina
Non-FictionI'm August alsina and I want to tell you my real part of my story. WHEN YOU READ THIS PLEASE DONT TELL MY CREATOR OF MUSIC VIDEOS. TELL OTHER PEOPLE ABOUT THIS BOOK.
