We Have All Been That Girl

February 7, 2015

have you ever taken a depressed patient

to a crowded, fancy restuarant on a friday night?

her eyes flicker around the room,

carefully choosing the one spot to look at

when she's not lingering on that one stranger

she hopes will come up to her and see into her soul

her sense of smell picks up

on the oppressive energy of the room

she doesnt know what brand of cigarette it is

but she draws second hand smoke from the waitress's breaths

and she becomes numb to the world around her

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