You don’tt know the loneliness I feel in yr solace
How yr touch makes my skin crawl
I thought of you as a surviour
But you are just another creep I trusted
To help me out of that town
Now, I am left not knowing who to trust
As you took my last cent
You got another victim to profit from
I am on the street selling myself
And you reaping my diginty
Spitting it out for the rest of the world to see
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Painful poem, well penned.