THE AFFLICTIONS OF A LOVER:
What a concept. I'm not in love, I'm not a lover. I am not love, there is not a single ounce of love in my body. What a fucking concept, what a nice thing to tell yourself when you slip money into some dirty pimps hand and close the door behind you. You're in some stale old living room with a girl, hardly 18 goddamn years old, sitting there waiting, she's waiting for you to take advantage of her because that's what she's paid to do, she's paid to get the very soul ripped out of her being night after night after night after niI'm sorry that I'm so goddamn bitter. But it's hard for us. For the girls who sell their souls.
My name is Violet. That's not my real name-- maybe I'll tell you that later. This is my life, my story being sent out into the world in their little glass bottles. I'm glad they found themselves in your hands. Please don't abuse it like so many others have. I'm tired of living in bruised skin. Hold me carefully.
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Violet
Teen FictionViolet tells the world the painful reality of what she faces as a "lady of the night"