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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 

Posted: 2006-11-11 05:29:41 UTC

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