when I look back in time there is so much that has been forgotten left for the dust to grab up
as I have grown from a child into a girl into a woman
I sit in wonder how is it i made it here what choice was it that brought me to this point
I can not remember the choice in which I made and my mind is that cloudy to jazzy to fully understand or even comprehend the damage that has been done
now I know no good can comes from ugly so I sit in wait for the Storm to begin so I can clear the reck that I know I have created
And when I done cleaning all that shit up I will still be standing strong with my weary head held high tired my ego in tact and I will be me once again with nothing due and no IOUs
Angela Oaks
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