You call me slut.
But my shorts are long enough to cover up the cut.
You say I'm nasty.
That I'm nothing but trashy.
But he took it.
Causing a nother slit.
I said no.
But it was a yes because my skin did show.
So now I'm a skank because I'm not pure.
I guess I diserve it, I'm sure
I hate being a girl
The truth will always twirl
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Sad Poems
PoetryA book of poems, I've been writing through out the years. Most are sad and depressing and others are love that gets destroyed. Some I relate to and some I dont.
