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In solitude, Psychologically *******.
To treat her ill father and buy herself some food,
Chewed by an unknown drunken dude.
Blood dripping down between her legs, Subdued.
Interlude of getting ****,
To fulfil the needs of a fiend with a human mask, her body is used.
Every night gotta deal with this rude attitude.
Left *** marks, blued.
So, bemused and confused.
State of verisimilitude??
Glued to a tag called *******...
Don't judge by the label. Be kind we all are humans, not some disposable trash.
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