Slut.

I stood, staring at myself in the mirror.
Is that me?
Is it really?
I look myself up and down.
Slut.
What happened.
My torn jeans are gone.
My hate of a tan,
well gone too.
What happened?
I look myself up and down.
Slut.
My hair is in a high bun.
My blouse undone.
A singlet trying to hold,everything up.
Slut.
What happened?
I look myself up an down.
Where did i go?
I miss myself.
Slut.
Where did I go.
I'm not myself.
Slut.
Where did I go.
Slut.
I hate myself.
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Not good, more of just me venting sorry.