she is a whore an inconceivable piece of trash rejected not by society, but herself leaving an emotional gash her soul has been tortured and demolished leaving her only tears to cry she had such a promising existence but they wouldn't let her survive she can't remember a time she felt needed she has always excepted rejection always unwanted in a twisted world she can no longer consume affection standing there, doll like and beautiful appearing to have no imperfections a tear runs down my cheek as i stare into my reflection
Reason for writing:
self explanitory, if you don't understand you don't need to.
Birth sign: Taurus
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