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Undesired
I am the undesired,
Which you know nothing about.
One moment of hated love,
From which I was spout.
I would slit my own wrists,
If it wasn't for my blood.
Trade in these years of ecstasy,
For one moment of love.
Pain, they numb, burn my scars,
Determined to use me even more.
Bloodied, drained, and forgotten,
I am their unwanted, lost whore.
