Used

     I'm tired. I'm tired of being used. I'm tired of getting cheated. I'm tired of getting treated like I have no feelings... and if I did, they wouldn't matter. None of you choose to recognize that I am, in fact, a person, that I do, in fact, have feelings. I do not live on your time, I do not live to please you. I am not your playtoy, your fuckrag, your piece of clay.
     I give a part of me to you, some of i give many. I get nothing in return from any of you, and if I do, it inevidable gets taken away. Not by fate, not my Karma, not by your make believe God. I give and give and give until I have nothing left to give. All of you take and take and take then run away like the weak little fucks that you are when you realize that I do have a heart... I suppose that's something none of you would know anything about.

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