BAD LUCK

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I've got a darkness Here within me, I pray that they don't see. But oh, what luck. Could I still have, With darkness holding me?
How can any one person have such bad luck? I fell in love once, But then she left when I needed her most. I was born with the gift of intelligence,
From one of thirty six, to forty six thousand six hundred fifty six. Snake eyes in three, nearly impossible to see.   Not all is controlled by some self, Life is full of numbers,
Black cats with broken mirrors smile widely.Under ladders comes with falling hazards.On Fridays with a killer who smiles slyly.Be sure to stay away from the taverns.
A black cat stares me down Collar jingling, he scratches Big yellow eyes eat me alive I do not know what luck he brings— I do not know that he brings luck at all I was never one to believe
Why do I always have such rotten luck? It started with smashing my iPod touch, Then smashing my teachers car with my truck! I hate having such bad luck...very much...
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