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I Knew a Girl
Now nobody knows who she is.
I knew a girl who could sell you a LOL but couldn’t tell you how to smile. Not even for a much-needed hug and a couple of hundred thou.
Yet if you asked, she’d tell you she was well — all while going through her own personal version of hell.
One of her kid's fathers was murdered, the other is a murderer in a cell. He did it, he’s guilty and deserves to be there, his home will always be a jail.
She shops at strip malls after she strips at the shithole near a shopping mall, for the tips she sniffs and pisses away on Adderall and alcohol.
All things considered, most would do the same, what else is she supposed to do with the shame? Plus her new dude is insane, he used to abuse cocaine.
Her mother was a junkie and her Dad was never around at all. She does drugs to try and block out all the trauma, the drama, and the amount of it she saw.
She has a younger sister who looks up to her, but loves the dippers — and if I'm being real, will probably end up becoming a stripper right along with her.
Their even younger brother hustles from when the sun comes up till dinner, every time he sees his sisters they’re getting uglier and thinner.
He might push his girl around, but hey he doesn’t hit her. He doesn’t cheat on her, just takes his assistant to lunch and plays just the tip with her.
I knew her back then but probably wouldn’t recognize her today if I saw her. Last time I did see her, she was nodding off on the A train with her daughter.
So it’s a vicious cycle that’s ready to come full circle before her very blurry eyes. Not the average story of the average girl who sleeps with every guy.
