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Every Man For Himself

He left a hole  
in the fabric of my being  
and I replaced it  
with my shitty bartender’s  
cheap bourbon.  
He put a crevasse in my soul bigger than any canyon  
in the desert.  
What was there to do  
but fill it with a sea of dick?  
He left me for dead  
behind a dumpster of pathetic,  
“That’s where you belong”  
I had to burn myself  
with the back of a hot knife,  
in the hidden places  
between bruised thighs,  
just to breathe again  
and resuscitate my savagely assaulted heart.  
He made me the main attraction  
in a room of men  
Who look for the girl  
whose light went out.  
So what do they do?  
They fuck me  
as if they can turn me back on.
I let them try as hard as they like.
I smile because I feel nothing and that’s how you save yourself.
Written by ScarlettA (Scarlett_A)
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