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Lodessa ran fast. She ran faster than the boys.

Curly hair to her knees. Lodessa made a lot of noise.

Her hips were as wide as her smile. Lodessa walked like anti-depressants.

Lodessa could make you dream. She’d have you DM’ing in an instance.

Lodessa picked up the slack more than she picked up her books.

She was tall for her age, soft eyes and grown looks.

Lodessa kept her focus until that day she went fishing.

And she got what she wanted. Every follower was dishing.

Lodessa ran faster. She ran faster than broken news.

“Are you sure this is what you want and is this what you choose?”

Lodessa was very smart and they say ‘mightily brave’.

She wasn’t afraid of the stares, the money or the grave.

The only thing that scared her was the loneliness she met.

Every night, all alone, clenching a pillow that was wet.

Lodessa painted on happy eyes and joyous red smile.

Lodessa even let her voice squeak once in a while.

“Where have you been? I haven’t see you in a month.

Did you get back from vacation? Your pics looked like fun.”

Lodessa kept smiling and faking and pretending.

Her world was twisting and shifting and bending.

Friends said she changed. Her head got too big.

“Did you see? Did you see what this idiot did?”

Lodessa cried openly to her closed off fans.

They moved on quickly, you know, short attention spans.

Lodessa deleted her post. She got back to her show.

Lodessa’s voice got real high when her feelings were low.

This continued on, a pattern you know the rest of.

This is the story of Little Old Odessa.