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Whore; An Exercise In Pity. Part Three.

Raz

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In an igloo made of asbestos and chicken-wire.
call me that name and I'll hit you again,
you're a slut,
you're a bitch,
you're a whore;

Make yourself into someone they'll want to fuck while you're wishing they'd ask your name.

How many men did you touch this week? How many of them had leather skin? There's a kind of safety in that artificial distance - for them. For you it's just one more barrier between yourself and the person you've become.

Why can't you remember anymore how much you used to love to read? Why have you made yourself afraid of learning?
What are you afraid to learn?

In the dark for a moment you get to be the one that matters, and you tell yourself that makes up for all the times you know you don't matter. You tell yourself they don't need to ask your name.
You don't need to be a human being to them, they'll take you for the piece of meat that you want to become. It's second nature for you to hate yourself, and you've failed at that abysmally. Because you keep striving for more than hatred. But your first nature, you'll always have that to fall back on.

Pity.

End.
 
^^^Nope....it was an experiment, I wanted to see if I could write a trilogy. And it's not a very nice place to be at when I'm not actually *feeling* depressed/shitty/angry so I'm kind of glad it's over, lol...thanks everyone for comments throughout though. =D
 
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