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They come, they touch, they cum, they go.
I'm left alone,
my feelings before me, mocking me loudly,
my vision cloudy.
Pep talks I get from the mirror girl boosts me up.
Am I eager yet?
A pat on the back from the cut girl makes me high.
Am I falling yet?
To broken promises and empty adoration,
Blood cups up, let's drink to that!
To the I give up's" or "I tried."
Tear cups up, let's drown in that.
Am I chocking yet?
The mirror girl,
The cut girl,
My lovers;
They always leave.
