I once knew a grl by the name of angela, she..
she ws a pretty grl, top grad humerous grl,angela worked at first national bank, stall number 3, as a bank teller,as she was dedicated to her job she would defy the weather,rain or sunshine she'd be there at quarter to 9 to greet u with a smile, i was taking out a business loan,noticed angela wasnt the grl i'd known,always wearing shades n scarfs to cover her face, always after the weekend in the weeks begining days, i set out to investigate,what i found was that she had a her father...who ws living with her, since he had a stroke she had to take care of him-even got him that "hitech" car,he ddnt live with her monday to friday bt saterday to sunday he would come,you'd hear shouting n crying over the sound of dogs barking at around one,in the morning as he thought everybody was asleep n no1 would care,but i was there,told myself i was going to save her from her snare,but i was too late..she left a suicide note on her reply for our date, i was an hour late... from getting the message and arriving at the gate...i once knew a grl named angela,who was destined for more but her time got raced by fate,now you can think an deliberate,the feelings i had for her father...pure torment and hate,but couldn't do anything as he got ridof the evidence,cause i was an hour late........