A whore is what they call me,
tired of their boring lives they come here to become free,
without a speck of empathy,
or realization of what they are doing,
they only choose to feel their dick sliding,
and i only do this because iam starving,
i dont blame them cause many are sick in this world,
like the father who raped me,
and a mother who disowned me,
i seldom wonder as i smoke,
if these horrible memories will ever go.
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dirty boxers
Poesíaone day i woke up in a pair of dirty boxers and wondered whether others felt hopeless and grey as i did that morning, soo i wrote these poems to find if you relate to this too
