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Frequently her cunt bled with STDs,
but she found out men were the real disease.
Raped into believing it was just a dream,
the taste for something real became a need.
Dust collected in her mouth as she sat all by herself,
never understanding why, never getting help.
As the colors faded from her dress,
she became just like the rest:
meaningless,
worthless.
A zombie told to blend with the future,
the blank stare will follow you always.
Her smile, frozen into hate.
She wants to be like you—
she really does,
but you're better than she is.
You are someone;
she is no one.