Bare with me now, and be wifey. Got a new chick, she team light skin
Hashtag on that fat back, your chick a duck, no AFLAC
Ain't you trynna get on my case, I ain't got no minutes to waste
If you trynna talk, but some feelings caught, chick get up out of my face.
She hit my line Boy that's whatsup
Caught a kid, don’t start a kid. Baby who you love, who you love?
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And that is my story. Hope someone takes something from it.
But with these broken bones I come back stronger. With this weakness I cone back with friends. I shall not be taken again by darkness.
I Realize that I'm not made of steel for a reason. My bones are made to be broken so I know that pain exists. And I am weak.
At this moment I had to make amends with a lot, and stop making certain choices. Because I do not want to see the face of evil again.
So we headed back to the campsite, and I told them about my twenty year journey through the depths of hell. Truly a terrifying experience.
They asked what happened, and all I could say is that I had experienced true fear and will have this feeling for the rest of my life.
I asked them why it took 20 years to find me. They looked at each other, and said I was only gone for an hour. I was shocked.
I woke up to my friends voices. They had found me passed out on the ground. I was so happy that I was finally rescued from that nightmare.
I couldn't stand what I was seeing. I could feel the tears running down my face. My body felt like it was burning from the inside out.
I felt like I was walk through hell blindfolded, both hands tied behind my back, hopping on one leg. Envisioning my life. My mistakes.
Even though I couldn't see anything, I could tell I staring into her eyes. Looking into them was an experience like no other.
I bumped into the cloaked woman, and fell on my butt. She blended in with the darkness. She kneeled to where my face was and stared.
I was confused, I walked for 10 minutes and couldn't find an exit, which was impossible. Then I heard a creepy women's voice.
So where was the exit? It was a huge open rock, what the hell was going on. So I thought if I just walk forward, I'm out. Didn't happen.
I turned back around to leave, but I couldn't see a thing. Had the sun set already? Not possible, I still had a couple hours.
It felt like a pitch black void of pure evil. You would know this feeling once it happens to you, because you never can forget it.
Every bone in my body told me not to, but I was telling myself "why am I scared of a rock". So I walked into the darkness.
I walked back to the rock to take pictures for my friends. And of course had to take a picture of the inside, even with the bad feelings.
When I turned back to look at the rock though, you couldn't see through the rock anymore. It wasn't even that dark yet.
So as I started to head back, I heard this whistling tune coming from the rock. It sounded like singing. It was neat how the wind did that.
It was impossible. The sun was setting though and I knew I had to get back before I lose my tracks. Plus the rock gave me this weird vibe.
The weird thing is, the person disappeared. But the rock formation was open with holes everywhere. So I looked, and found no one.
The person walked into this rock like structure. That had to be natural, but seemed unnatural in form. It reminded me of a tendril.
I had finally caught up to this figure who I had finally realized wasn't a homie. It was a person, covered in rags. Couldn't see a face.
The thought that it could have been someone else or that I was being lead somewhere, didn't even cross my mind at the time.
I figured it was one of my bro's, so I ran over to see what he was doing. This figure moved farther and farther away as I stepped closer.
Then I happened to have noticed a figure out of the corner of my eye. A dark figure moving around in the distance.
So there I am running through the forest, wind against my face. Fresh forest air never smelled so good.
Each of us set out in different directions to take care of our part. Little did I know, my adventure would end faster than I would realize.
We got there and set up camp, talked, then gave out duties. I had luckily been picked to scout the area. This was my favorite thing to do.
Now the woods to some people might not be the most exciting place in the world, but that depends on the person.
I woke up one day, just like any other, and decided to go on an adventure. So I called up the homies, and we set out for the woods.
Today I feel like telling a story. This story has points and morals not just for me but for anyone to interpret.