The devil on my shoulder is my wit, he is the one that stops me walking when my angel tells me run.
He keeps me on my toes.
The devil on my shoulder keeps on talking, when my angel's silence hangs around.
He leaves me in the open all the eyes watching me.
The devil on my shoulder is my fearlessness, when my angel has no guts.
He leaves me burned and bruised and he tells me that I like it.
The devil on my shoulder is me through and through, the me that keeps on breathing when my angel tells me not to.
He's the one who keeps me quiet when I know I should confess.
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Following Chase Haven
RomanceWhen Riley's best friend Chase dies he leaves her only one thing, a book with her future written on every page and every step that she must take to get to it. She leaves her home and everything she ever loved in pursuit of her dead friend. Then just...
