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wrapped in a corsette,
unable to exhale breath,
she gives him her heart,
right from the start.
tired and loneley and vulnerable,
she lies frayed on life's turntable.
punished, raped, starved, and used
broken and left feeling abused.
she numbs the unbearable pain,
with sex drugs and endless shame.
too proud to admit she is unhappy,
she hopelessly becomes his little lackey.
too tired now to make things right,
she leaves her soul and runs into the night.
atop the tallest bridge her hair flows,
until she hits the rocks down below.
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