ay, pobrecita. what a poor little girlnpull the strings, she'd pirouettenwhat an idealistic, faithful girl, sad eyed-puppynand you left her in a cardboard box on the side of the roadnnwhen you grew taller, she platformednwhen you were cold, she was therenwhen you fucked, she faked hardernntwo pink lines later..nnalmost like she was never there at allnnpobre. fucking. chica.