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Feb 2019
She threw herself to the wolves like a piece of meat.
ready to be devoured but not quite ready to be everyone's lunch
see, she lost herself and respect went with it.
she went from the desired, to the unwanted, to the leftovers.
No one eats leftovers, it and she is like toxic waste.
The ones before got the better version.
The starved stuck around eager to feast on what's left.
Asiah Mangham
Written by
Asiah Mangham  F/Georgia
(F/Georgia)   
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     ---, Sunny and S-zaynab-kamoonpury
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