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Eating lunch at the 61 diner                                                                     I  saw  a  girl crying one day                                                                She  didn't care if her tears defined her,                                                                                           she  knew  our  memories would fade                                                               I  glanced at her feeling her sorrow                                                          as  she quietly looked at her folded hands                                                        she  prayed for a better tomorrow                                              as  she  twisted  her wedding band                                                                        I  was once in her position                                                           sitting  all  alone deep in thought                                                           hoped  she made a better decision                                                                    than I did when I was in her spot                                                               I  saw the bruises around her jawline                                                                the  yellowing marks on her face                                                                  It  took me back to my own time                                                                    when I had been in that exact place                                                               I  didn't want her to think I was judging                                                                               anything  about  what I had seen                                                                      She  didn't need me running over there hugging                                                                                                    and  saying ,''he  must  be  so mean''                                                                    I walked over to her small booth                                                                   and  placed my hand on hers                                                                    told  her to deal with the truth                                                                and  action speak louder than words                                                                   She looked up with eyes filled with tears                                                           I told her I'd been there before                                                                              She said it had been going on for years                     and she couldn't take it anymore                                                              I  asked if she had someone to talk to                                             she  replied that she does now                                                            I  wondered what it was that I could do                                                   but  had to help her somehow                                                            That  happened almost a year ago                                                               We  meet there every other week                                                             there's  some things that I don't know                                                  there's  some secrets she still keeps                                                                   I  am just there if she needs me                                                                   for  advice or a cup of coffee                                                                     I  listen to all her stories                                                                            a  girl ,who was a lot like me
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC
A Girl Who Was a Lot Like Me
Eating lunch at the 61 diner                                                                     I  saw  a  girl crying one day                                                                She  didn't care if her tears defined her,                                                                                           she  knew  our  memories would fade                                                               I  glanced at her feeling her sorrow                                                          as  she quietly looked at her folded hands                                                        she  prayed for a better tomorrow                                              as  she  twisted  her wedding band                                                                        I  was once in her position                                                           sitting  all  alone deep in thought                                                           hoped  she made a better decision                                                                    than I did when I was in her spot                                                               I  saw the bruises around her jawline                                                                the  yellowing marks on her face                                                                  It  took me back to my own time                                                                    when I had been in that exact place                                                               I  didn't want her to think I was judging                                                                               anything  about  what I had seen                                                                      She  didn't need me running over there hugging                                                                                                    and  saying ,''he  must  be  so mean''                                                                    I walked over to her small booth                                                                   and  placed my hand on hers                                                                    told  her to deal with the truth                                                                and  action speak louder than words                                                                   She looked up with eyes filled with tears                                                           I told her I'd been there before                                                                              She said it had been going on for years                     and she couldn't take it anymore                                                              I  asked if she had someone to talk to                                             she  replied that she does now                                                            I  wondered what it was that I could do                                                   but  had to help her somehow                                                            That  happened almost a year ago                                                               We  meet there every other week                                                             there's  some things that I don't know                                                  there's  some secrets she still keeps                                                                   I  am just there if she needs me                                                                   for  advice or a cup of coffee                                                                     I  listen to all her stories                                                                            a  girl ,who was a lot like me
October is Domestic Violence Month, this was written for all those who have suffered and all of those who are still suffering.
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Oct 20, 2025
Oct 20, 2025 at 3:49 PM UTC
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