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Monday, May 18, 2015

That Girl

I knew that girl for a while now, saw her grow up to be the person she is today. I saw her growing up and loving herself. She got comfortable in her own skin earlier than a lot of the kids her age. She grew up to be strong and independent, smart and curious. And I was there in a corner witnessing how gravity pulled her smile low down and shoulders lower. How all the magic and optimism found a way to rot underground working as soil for her new disappointments.