The Street

It is Worse

The street. It is worse than the street. I don’t want to go back. My thoughts push me to take the subway, or to walk back to the oppressive place. 4 walls. I live within them I have to live there for now. Air. I need air. The door. I open the front door. Escape. I have escaped. Relief. The whole disgusting and humiliating experience is behind me.

 

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