She grabbed her pen
and, under her desk,
she wrote along her jeans.
"Cheap." "Slut." "Needy." "Freak."
"Thats all you are to me."
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Ink
PoetryPoem about a girl who's been told she's something so much that she starts to believe it.
Ink
She grabbed her pen
and, under her desk,
she wrote along her jeans.
"Cheap." "Slut." "Needy." "Freak."
"Thats all you are to me."