Devalued currency
Soiled goods
A fallen angel
That little innocence
Lost
Morphed
To a tattered and torn life
Like Humpty Dumpty
Waiting for the King's men
Knights in shining armour
For love without pain
Without gain
A healing wind
A hope coming
To steal away the shame
To cut yourself
And bleed away
Another victim slain
A living sacrifice
Under the knife
I am so confused
It's all my fault
That I was sent away
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