it's nobody once again I'm sityongband writing this poem as she is snuck out the door I'm just going to act like I don't know again act like she was never here once again in this rerun cycle we happen to be In
as I listen to this man I knew as a boy thought we was cool be as shitty even carries them to him now I know then sit and runs his mouth about somtjing he know nothing about giving his shitty opinions just to try and convince him to do something so he can gain
listening to a so g that he is playing for his bitch this is how I know for sure that she is here like nothing else compares have you caught my meaning yet after all this time...
don't have a clue which direction I should go don't have a clue what I should do I'm sitting on a pile of shit that produces nothing but shit to me
I have no money not one dam penny to my name and no one that gives a dam to help all they want is for me to get out
no matter how much pain they just created for me to have to feel..
I love the like they I thought they was to me that would be my family I simply was not that to them I was just another whore that loved here all that time earned nothing but that pile of shit that produces nothing
what the fuck am I thinking there is nothing for me I wasted all my time thinking I was building something only to have it snatched and gave to another bitch...
the rest of the week was just as shitty I think I will never see another day in which I truly smile...
Angela oaks.
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