11 A Random Guy in a Random Bar on 10—27—21 IsaBelle Kennedy, English Karaoke and vodka on a Friday night The air is hot and so is my stomach I sit there as the girl in the bar. He looks over to me and asks, “You’re Delilah?” This blurry face with the blurry hair thinks I’m Delilah. And for a moment I wanted to be her. I wanted to be Delilah with the simple life. The English major from the perfect family, The girl in the bar with not a care in the world, The girl that just wants to be that girl in that bar Delilah is beautiful and has a big smile that brightens the room She laughs the loudest laugh. She doesn’t worry about the tomorrow or the next thing on her to-do list. She is just Delilah, the girl in the bar.
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