Girl,
I know all your hickies and heartbreaks.
Your secret stash of cigarettes which you resolve to throw every new year but keep it for one last drag.
I know how many times you went to the restroom just to cry at your work because you felt incompetent.
Your alcoholic mother brings home her despicable boyfriends who try to grab your ass when left alone. You just thank your stars that you don’t have to live in the same house.
The jealous friend who secretly hates you but who wears a facade of liking you so that she doesn’t have to give up the benefits associated with you.
The world thinks you have it together but I know how fragile you are and how tired you are to have to put up that show. Just because it is expected of you.
I just want you to know that I know you. And I see you. You are not invisible to me.
I know all your hickies and heartbreaks.
Your secret stash of cigarettes which you resolve to throw every new year but keep it for one last drag.
I know how many times you went to the restroom just to cry at your work because you felt incompetent.
Your alcoholic mother brings home her despicable boyfriends who try to grab your ass when left alone. You just thank your stars that you don’t have to live in the same house.
The jealous friend who secretly hates you but who wears a facade of liking you so that she doesn’t have to give up the benefits associated with you.
The world thinks you have it together but I know how fragile you are and how tired you are to have to put up that show. Just because it is expected of you.
I just want you to know that I know you. And I see you. You are not invisible to me.
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