wasted

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how does it feel to know
that you never got to grow up
that you'll never be touched
with love, only with lust
your body is available to everybody
"just want to make you feel good"
isn't that what they always say?
nobody will ever want the real you
nobody knows who you are,
an opportunity better off wasted

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