I Wonder If She Knows

I pass her at least three times each week.

Lately I try to avoid her.

I’m just tired of hearing the same story each time.

I have my doubts, but I don’t know for sure.

What I know is what I see.

I used to feel bad for her, now I’m apathetic.

I want to help, honestly I do.

But she’s unlike any homeless person I’ve ever met.

I wonder if she knows.

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