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May 2015
I saw her walking on the suburban streets of my neighborhood
She is tired
So tired
And her face...

I have never seen such a face of anguish and despair
She curses to herself and outloud

Soda bottle in hand today
No, she is not okay

If I had some money
I'd get her some food

She has some type of mental disorder

Still she lives on
And for this she is great

If you are tired and weary
If you are poor
It's okay

If you had three meals today
Try to be thankful

Some people have a much worse time
Matt
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Matt  34/M/Los Angeles
(34/M/Los Angeles)   
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   Emily Tyler
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