Here I am, lying in the cold night
Thinking of you

Your eyes, your lips
Your hands, your heart
Just you.

And somehow, 
The night isn't cold anymore.

...and with that he began to laugh, not a laugh either, but a cackle, a hideous cackle like a rooster with its head on the block. It got him so badly that he had to stop and hold his guts; the tears were streaming down his eyes and between the cackles he let out the most terrible heartrending sobs.

I ain't never done nothin' that wasn't part sin.

You can call me whatever you want, BUT Don't call me later for dinner!

Brittnee B. Yeager

Quotes by Brittnee B. Yeager

Written By Brittnee B. Yeager

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