whore, by Eric
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"WHORE"
EVERYONE COMES TO YOU
WITH ALL THEIR WANTS AND DESIRES
IN MIND
AND EXCEPT YOU TO
TAKE THEM SERIOUSLY
NEVER REALLY HAVING A CHOICE IN WHAT
YOU WANNA DO
YOU PLEASE THEM FOR A PRICE AND LIVE
OFF OF WHAT YOU CAN
BUT THE REST IS WASTED ON CLOTHES
TO ATTRACT NEW COSTUMERS
AND WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU WANT TO
REJOIN WITH THE REAL WORLD
YOU FEEL UNNEEDED AND UNELESS
AS YOU RELIZE THAT NO ONE TRUELY LOVES YOU
YOU ARE TRUELY ALONE AND USED TO THE POINT
WHERE NO ONE EVEN WANTS TO LOOK AT YOU
AND YOU CONTINUE TO TRY AND FIT
IN WITH THE REST OF SOCIETY AND THEN YOU DIE
SAD AND ALONE
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Posted: 2006-11-11 05:29:41 UTC |
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