hey it's me the girl that lives on lonely street I just wanted to check in let my poem friends know I was still breathing
do you remember me telling you about them demon roaches well I think I beat their asses they are subsiding
and if I am not they will return in a pack a little demon army
as you know it is lonely here on lonely street my house sits in the middle of no where and there is no visitors here on my street so I just sit and watch this world slip right past my beady eyes
not saying a word in fear that I will encounter more ugly then I could bare
only thing is I think I have become a fucken mute. and when I muster enough breath to breath a word or two I don't even think I was even heard
so I live on this street that only exsist in my head it even has cobwebs on the sign that points you down lonely street
you know the irony of my position in which I have placed myself I'm lonely as fuck as I sit depressed scared and no where to turn
is this not the exact place I wished I could be...
Angela Oaks
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