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She doesn’t help, she gets there for her beauty
You make her suffer for her beauty
Follow her around like a queen
Pursuing her and destroying her dream
But let her vanish silently
You knew she was more than her look
But you treated her like a leather costume
You bought her as if she had a price
Displayed her like she was the prize
Wore her for fun
But ripped her as time went on
And forgot about her as new trends arose
Now you expect her to be simple, humble, and amiable
You forget her skin must be restored
Her face is no more the nicest
And her body was swept under the rug
She is no longer a sweetie
And no more pricey
She must be repaired and relabeled
No wonder
She grew older after the repair
But she is plastic and synthetic
No contest
She will be rented, not sold
Her soul is no longer simple, humble, and amiable
She is stunning in her own right
And valued on the outside
She stuns, don’t touch her mind
If you want her, don’t ask about her nature
She doesn’t help
She gets there for her beauty
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