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Everyday is a constant battle

A fight for my sanity

What little I may have left

Everyday I become someones new toy

A puppet on a string

Here for your amusement

Everyday you pull my strings

You make me dance for you

Whoever you may be in that single moment

Everyday a new man notices my beauty

And that's when I become his whore

No way to fight back against his control

Everyday I try to keep my independence

But they'll still judge me

Pull my strings and tell me who to be

Everyday a new man claims me as his own

But in the end I am the only person

Who has no claim over myself or my own life

Everyday I wish for death

Since I know happiness will never come

Hope died a long time ago with my huamnity long ago